Chapter 439 The one who harmed others was Lola, the one who was dying was her!

Before Penelope could speak, Zackary quickly took out a wooden box from his carry bag and carefully held it in front of her.

"Penelope, I've glued our wooden box back together. You said it couldn't be put back together, but I did it anyway. Isn't it so, if you said you didn't love me anymore, could you fall in love with me again?"

Zackary truly despised himself. Clearly, he had told himself countless times in his heart not to care about Penelope, this heartless woman. Yet, he still repeatedly abandoned his own bottom line, shamelessly appearing in front of her again and again.

Penelope's breath hitched, her gaze involuntarily fell on the wooden box in Zackary's palm.

She really hadn't expected that the wooden box, shattered as it was, could be put back together again.

The wooden box still bore traces of being shattered. She didn't know what kind of glue Zackary had used to piece it back together, but she could imagine how much effort he must have expended to mend the box that was almost reduced to splinters so well.

However, she couldn't understand why Zackary had done this.

Mingming, he cared so much about Lola, had unwavering faith in Lola, why then, did he always have to put on a show of deep affection in front of her time and time again.

Even a few days ago, he had thrown her into the dungeon, intending to force her to drink a potion that would turn her into the living dead.

"Penelope, our box has been fixed, our photos and love knot are all there, we will still be together forever and ever."

Penelope forced herself to look away from the wooden box in Zackary's hands, as if she hadn't seen the devout anticipation in his eyes. She curled her lips mockingly, "Mr. Spencer, you still don't understand. The end of us is not because of a box, but because our hearts no longer belong to each other."

"Penelope, my heart was still with you, who said our hearts no longer belonged to each other?!"

Zackary forcefully pushed the box towards Penelope, "Penelope, look at our box, this is our promise. As long as we still breathe, as long as our hearts still beat, we cannot forget the promise we once made!"

"Mr. Spencer, I had already forgotten!"

With a blank expression, Penelope turned her face to the side, "Mr. Spencer, I am about to marry Everett. Once he returns to the country, we will get our marriage certificate first. Mr. Spencer, please go back!"

"Getting the certificate..."

Zackary stiffened, involuntarily taking a step back. Then, he forcefully grabbed her hand, "Penelope, I won't allow you to get a marriage license with Everett!"

"Yes, Penelope, you never slept with Everett, you don't love Everett at all, do you?!"

Penelope laughed, "Mr. Spencer, who said that making love is the proof of love?"

"Besides, how do you know I didn't sleep with Everett? In your mind, I'm a flirtatious woman who can't resist men, right? With such a perfect man like Everett in front of me, how could I possibly resist him?!"

"Penelope, you didn't sleep with Everett! Last night, you didn't share a room with him, you surely didn't..."

Penelope laughed even more unrestrainedly, her naturally charming eyes filled with intense mockery, "Mr. Spencer, does not sleeping in the same room prove that we haven't been to bed together? Should I call you stupid, or are you too naive? That night, Everett was going to have a video conference, he was afraid it would disturb my rest, so he didn't share a room with me."

"We've slept together! I can't even count how many times we've done it!"

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Zackary kept insisting it was impossible, but his voice was getting lower and lower. Yes, he couldn't always be by her side. What exactly had she done with Everett? How could he possibly know!

However, even if she had slept with Everett, she had also slept with countless other men. She was filthy, she was as low as mud, she was shameless, but he still didn't want to let go of her hand.

"Impossible? What's impossible? Mr. Spencer, don't tell me you thought that just because I, Penelope, had a child for you, I would remain chaste for you? Mr. Spencer, you're too narcissistic! You're not that important to me!"

Yes, he was not that important.

This demon that hurt her time and time again, really didn't matter.

Her Zack was already dead, a devil, it meant nothing!

"Penelope, I could not care less about you sleeping with other men!"

As if he had made a tremendous decision, Zackary, with his eyes burning red, opened his mouth and said, "Penelope, as long as you don't love Everett, if you come back to me, I won't mind if you've slept with other men!"

"I could also choose not to care about the harm you've caused me, Lola, and Aunt Chelsea!"

Penelope laughed at herself sarcastically, it was another round of various hurts!

However, she really didn't know what kind of harm she had caused them!

Mingming, it was Lola who harmed people, she was the one who was dying!

Seemingly afraid that Penelope would refuse, Zackary hastily blurted out before she could speak, "Penelope, is your love for Everett because he washes your feet?! Penelope, I can wash your feet too!"

Saying so, he quickly went to the bathroom, fetched a large basin of warm water, carried it to the floor next to the sofa, and put it down.

"Penelope, I washed your feet for you!"

Zackary didn't give Penelope any chance to refuse. He stubbornly carried her to the couch, and without any discussion, he pulled off her shoes and socks, intending to wash her feet.

Of course, Penelope didn't want Zackary to treat her like this. She hurriedly tried to pull her foot back, but his strength was just too great. She simply couldn't pull away.

The warm water quickly enveloped her feet. In a daze, she seemed to be back to the time when their love was at its peak. He held her feet as if they were not just feet, but also the treasure in his palm.

Penelope's eyes welled up, unable to hold back the tears. In the end, she managed to choke them back, bit by bit.

She laughed, for this face of hers, with its excellent color, no matter how insincere or stiff her laughter was, could always exude a kind of captivating beauty.

"Mr. Spencer, stop torturing yourself and wasting your energy. Sugar-coated bullets, I, Penelope, am not interested in them! When I say I don't love you anymore, it means I will never love you, not in this life or any other, never again!"

She didn't want to love someone who couldn't even give her a shred of trust.

"Penelope, I told you, you couldn't not love me, you could only love me!"

Zackary stubbornly continued to wash Penelope's feet, believing that her kindness towards Everett in the box that night must have been due to his gesture of washing her feet.

Since Everett could move her, him washing her feet surely could move her too!

Initially, Zackary really intended to focus on washing Penelope's feet. But as he looked at her small feet, as white as jade in his palm, and her slender, attractive ankles, he suddenly found himself unable to simply wash her feet.

Especially when he thought of how he used to wash her feet, the playful banter between them, and the ensuing madness, he completely lost control.

He carried her body, tumbling heavily onto the sofa, water splashing everywhere, kisses, like a wildfire.