Chapter 409 Mr. Murray Washed Penelope's Feet

Zackary was so angry that every pore on his body was seething with cold air. He stared coldly at the back of Everett's head, wishing he could drill a hole in it.

The person who should have played the hero and saved the damsel in distress tonight was him, Zackary. Everett really had no shame, he actually stole his perfect opportunity to play the hero again!

He stood at the entrance of the box with a gloomy face, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground, immovable no matter what.

Everett had always been vigilant, but at that moment, his mind and eyes were filled with nothing but Penelope. He didn't even notice the wide-open doorway, where a door god stood.

Penelope hadn't noticed Zackary either. When Everett suddenly arrived, she was truly touched. However, his tight embrace made her feel really uncomfortable.

Sometimes, she thought people were really, really strange.

In the past, when she was deeply in love with Zackary, no matter how tightly he held her, she never felt uncomfortable. On the contrary, she felt that such intimacy was not enough.

Being tightly embraced by others, she felt as if countless needles were pricking her all over her body, and all she wanted to do was to flee in panic.

"Mr. Murray, how did you come over?"

Penelope tried to wriggle out of Everett's arms, still unable to muster any strength. She could only change the subject, hoping he would let her go on his own.

Upon hearing her words, Everett did not let her go. On the contrary, he held her even tighter.

"Penelope, I called you, but you hung up. I was very anxious."

Penelope quietly pressed her phone and sure enough, there were several missed calls on her phone, probably hung up by those disgusting old men earlier.

"Mr. Murray, thank you," Penelope said softly.

He had come, so she didn't have to worry that those three disgusting old men would suddenly return, forcing her to drink, or even do something more outrageous.

Just now, Penelope had such a severe stomachache that she took a painkiller from her bag. Now, the pain has subsided, but there's something wrong with her feet. She has been resting them for a long time, but they still feel as if they don't belong to her.

"Penelope, I've said, there's no need to be so formal with me in the future."

"Mr. Murray..."

"Penelope, we are about to get married." Before Penelope could finish her sentence, Everett had already cut her off, "We will be one, the closest to each other. After our marriage, are you still going to call me Mr. Murray?"

"I..."

If she didn't call him Mr. Murray, Penelope really didn't know what else to call him.

Was it like Pennie calling Kemp, nauseatingly calling him honey?

Such a cheesy nickname, she really couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Penelope, you could call me Evey, or, honey."

Upon hearing Everett's words, Penelope's little face turned completely red in an instant.

There really was some honey...

Alright, she would rather choose Evey.

Penelope's face was flushed red, while Zackary, standing at the door, had a handsome face that had turned pale. "Honey?"

"Honey, he's such a blockhead!"

If she dared to call another man in such a cheesy way, he wouldn't spare her!

Penelope didn't sense the murderous aura emanating from Zackary, she just felt that calling Everett "Evey" was really, really hard to utter.

"Mr. Mur..."

"Hmm?"

Seeing the clear expectation in Everett's eyes, Penelope's voice abruptly stopped at her lips. She knew he was waiting for her to call him by a term of endearment. They were about to get married, it wouldn't be too much for their terms of address to become more intimate, but...

"Mr. Murray, I'm really not used to calling people like that, I..."

"Penelope, I am not someone else, I am your future husband, I am the one who will spend a lifetime with you."

"Mr. Murray, or perhaps I should call you Everett from now on. Everett is more intimate and comfortable to say, isn't it?" After saying this, Penelope couldn't help but silently praise her own intelligence.

Everett's eyes dimmed slightly, but he didn't argue with Penelope about the matter of addressing each other anymore.

Penelope felt that he must have tacitly agreed to her calling him Everett, and she couldn't help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

Seeing him still holding her tightly, she tentatively spoke, "Everett, I'm so heavy. You must be tired from holding me like this, right? Let me down, I can walk by myself."

Everett held her, with absolutely no intention of letting go.

Penelope swallowed quietly, then mustered the courage to speak again, "Everett, you're holding me too tight, I'm feeling suffocated, I can hardly breathe."

After hearing Penelope's words, Everett finally let her go reluctantly.

Penelope desperately wanted to keep some distance from him, but her legs were too weak, so she still nestled beside him.

Unable to move her legs, Penelope felt helpless. However, this scene did not seem the same way to Zackary at all.

In his view, this was a classic case of Penelope playing hard to get.

Seemingly more innocent, she didn't let Everett hold her. Fine, he let go, she should scram, right? But there she was, still leaning heavily against him. It was clear that she was reluctant to leave!

Everett had noticed something unusual about Penelope's body. Just as he was about to check on her legs, he noticed her small face swollen high.

Everett's precious and handsome face was instantly covered with bone-chilling frost, "Penelope, what happened to your face?! Who hit you?!"

Penelope was not just a pure and innocent woman who would only be bullied. That night, those three men were so outrageous, she also wished they would be severely taught a lesson.

However, as for that so-called Mr. Walker who hit her, she really didn't know what his name was.

Seeing her expression, Everett understood what was going on. He pulled out his phone and dialed Dawson's number, "Check! Lust Club, tonight, who was in booth 3008!"

After calling Dawson, Everett carefully cradled Penelope's chin.

The lips of two people were within inches of each other. This intimate feeling made Penelope extremely uncomfortable.

Just as she was about to turn her face away, Everett pulled out a small tube of ointment from his pocket. He unscrewed the pale blue cap and spread the ointment inside, gently applying it to her face.

Penelope, "..."

He was a domineering CEO, so why did he carry ointment with him? This feeling was truly surreal.

Thinking back to the times when Everett couldn't help but kiss her, Penelope was terrified that he would do that again. When he was applying ointment for her, she didn't even dare to breathe.

Fortunately, this time he did not make such intimate gestures towards her. After applying the ointment to her face, he quickly turned around and went to the bathroom nearby, fetching more than half a basin of warm water.

"Penelope, were your feet numb? Let me help you soak them."

Saying this, he took out another packet of medicine from his pocket and added it all into the basin in front of him, "This is a special medicinal packet made by my grandfather. Soaking your feet in it will make you feel better."

He grabbed Penelope's two feet and began to take off her shoes.

Penelope's eyes widened in shock. Everett, the unattainable Mr. Murray, he... he was actually going to wash her feet?!