Chapter 428 Penelope, I have retrieved our promise!

The more Penelope spoke, the more aggrieved she felt inside.

Look, when things happened, Everett trusted her, Lyman trusted her, even Cornelia, who had no deep connection with her, trusted her. But him? He always chose without hesitation not to trust her.

They also got back together before.

But what did that matter?

In the end, I couldn't withstand even a single malicious instigation from others.

Rather than enduring the pain his distrust brought her time and time again, she would rather seal off her heart for all eternity!

"Mr. Spencer, indeed, love is needed when two people are together, but trust is even more necessary. I, Penelope, would not be with a man who doesn't trust me!"

"Penelope, I..."

Zackary wanted to say, "Penelope, I can trust you," but he never did.

He also wanted to trust her unconditionally, but the things she did, the irrefutable evidence laid before him, she hurt his heart too deeply, he couldn't manage to trust her wholeheartedly.

"Mr. Spencer, you couldn't trust me! You just couldn't! So, don't pretend to be all caring and righteous in front of me after you've slapped me! I have a weak stomach, and your behavior only makes me feel more nauseous!"

"Penelope, I forbid you to be disgusted with me!"

Saying so, Zackary began to kiss her wildly again.

Penelope turned her face away stiffly, "Mr. Spencer, what's the point! The box, I've already thrown it away! All the promises between us, they've all been broken. You're no longer my Zack, this is really pointless!"

"Penelope, our promise wasn't destroyed! I'm going to retrieve our promise right now!"

Zackary quickly got up and rushed towards the edge of the cliff.

"Zackary!"

Penelope was greatly startled by Zackary's actions. The small cliff wasn't too deep, but it was still two or three meters high. Moreover, the ground below was littered with broken stones. Jumping down in the middle of the night would surely result in injury.

Even though Zackary had hurt her heart to the point of utter despair, she still didn't want to see him get hurt.

Penelope hurried to the edge of the cliff, wanting to pull Zackary back. In the end, he still leapt off.

"Zackary, have you gone mad?! Zackary, get up here now! Between us, it's been over for a long time!"

As if he hadn't heard Penelope's words, Zackary, disregarding the scrapes on his body, pulled out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and began to search inch by inch in the rubble below, illuminated by the light from above, for the promise they had lost between them.

Penelope lay on the edge of the cliff, the moonlight hazy, yet she could clearly make out Zackary's figure.

There were many sharp fragments of rock beneath the cliff. In his haste, his hand was cut and bled profusely. Unaware of all this, he merely pushed aside the dry grass at his feet, continuing to search for the wooden box.

Beneath the cliff was a slope, and it was very likely that the wooden box had slid down that slope just now. Zackary had been searching for a long time, but he hadn't found the wooden box.

Anxiety was clearly etched on his face, along with a fragile fear that seemed ready to shatter at any moment. Ignoring the danger of the slope, he turned and rushed down it.

"Zackary, hurry up and come up! It's very dangerous down there, stop searching!"

Penelope was so anxious that she wanted to jump down the cliff to pull back the crazed Zackary. However, she knew clearly that with her frail body, if she jumped down, she would lose her life.

She jumped down, unable to pull Zackary back, nor did she want to, not wanting to end her life so quickly.

"Penelope, I will find that wooden box!" Zackary stubbornly continued to push forward, he would, reclaim their lost love.

There was a spot on the slope, littered with many dark shards of glass. Even in the night, with the aid of a mobile phone flashlight, it was impossible to distinguish which were rocks and which were shards of glass.

As Zackary was searching for the wooden box among the shards of glass, his palm was harshly cut by a sharp fragment, blood was dripping profusely.

He didn't even glance at his own palm, but continued to grope around in search of that wooden box.

Finally, he found the wooden box at the bottom of that slope.

Having been buried in the ground for so long, the wooden box, which was already not as sturdy as before, was further damaged by Penelope's throw. At this point, it was already shattered into pieces.

Zackary carefully picked up the fragments of the wooden box from the ground. Such a strong man, looking at the pieces of the wooden box in his palm that could no longer be put back together, his eyes reddened in an instant.

He picked up the faded photograph of him and Penelope, the lover's knot wrapped around it was no longer as bright as it was initially, but in his eyes, it was still the most brilliant color.

He reverently held the fragments of the wooden box, along with the photo entwined with a lover's knot, and quickly rushed up the slope, climbed the cliff, and raised his hands like offering a treasure, "Penelope, look, I found the wooden box we buried under the Stone of Eternity!"

I also found, our promise again.

Penelope didn't speak immediately, her gaze, as if bewitched, was unwaveringly locked onto Zackary's hands, smeared with fresh blood.

In his palm, there were several deep cuts that were bone-deep, a bloody mess. The glaring bright red was even more eye-catching than the concentric circles in his palm.

Also dyed red, their group photo, her eyebrows and eyes.

Penelope abruptly turned her face to one side, forcing herself not to let her tears fall.

Why didn't he understand!

Among them, what was lost was not a wooden box, nor a promise buried under the Stone of Eternity, but rather, the most precious trust between people.

Seeing Penelope silent, a clear unease colored Zackary's handsome face, which was hailed as a once-in-a-millennium divine beauty.

He took a step forward, his voice filled with obvious flattery, "Penelope, you said it yourself, this is the lover's knot you knitted with your own hands. As long as this knot exists, your heart will always be with me!"

"Penelope, you can't go back on your word! The love knot is still there, I won't allow you to give your heart to someone else!"

Penelope knew that she shouldn't listen to his voice anymore, shouldn't look at his blood-stained hands again. But after hearing his words, she couldn't help but turn her face, her gaze slowly falling on the concentric knot in his palm.

The blood in his palm increased, the lover's knot at this moment was stained with blood, which actually concealed the faded color due to the passage of time, dazzling and bright.

She couldn't help but reach out, wanting to touch their love knot, and to take a good look at the wound in his palm.

Seeing Penelope reach out to him, a brilliant light flashed in Zackary's cold, quiet eyes for a moment.

His handsome face, which was always shrouded in bitter cold and brutality, was also filled with joy, like a young boy whose heart was just beginning to feel compassion, finally embracing the girl he loved.

"Penelope, you're willing to give me your heart again, aren't you? You're willing to love me once more, aren't you?!"