Chapter 176 Her Filth, Thanks to Him!

Everett was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept all night.

Thinking of his words, that he believed in her, that she had the purest soul in the world, and then thinking of last night, when he had let Jett humiliate her, Penelope's eyes couldn't help but redden.

She took a step back, striving to speak in a calm tone, "Mr. Murray, are you here to pick up your coat?"

Everett didn't speak, he just stared unblinkingly at Penelope's small face.

He felt that life could sometimes be quite wonderful.

There were some women, whom he had known for many years, who could not stir a ripple in his heart. Yet Penelope, with just a fleeting glance, left the most vivid and indelible mark in his heart.

A lifetime, it could never be washed away.

He, too, didn't want to wash it off.

Her little face was exceptionally pale, touched by the cold wind, it had a faint blush. Perhaps it was because she was too fair and her face too small, she looked incredibly fragile.

It seemed as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

Everett's gaze slowly moved down Penelope's small face to her neck, where there were obvious pinch marks. Clearly, someone had harshly grabbed her neck.

Seeing the glaring red on her neck, he couldn't help but furrow his brows.

Especially, when she saw the thumb-length deep scratch on the back of her right hand, his brows furrowed even more severely.

He had just wanted to step forward, to grab her right hand, to take a good look at the wound on the back of her hand, when she noticed her left hand.

On her left hand, a thick bandage was wrapped, and on the back of her hand, noticeable streaks of red blood seeped out. What was even more unbelievable to him was that her left hand had no little finger.

Everett's pupils suddenly constricted. He stepped forward, wanting to take a closer look at her left hand, but she unexpectedly retreated several steps.

"Mr. Murray, could you please move aside?"

Penelope's eyelashes drooped, she struggled to suppress the embarrassment in her heart, "Excuse me, so I can open the door and get your coat."

Seeing that Everett had finally stopped blocking the door, Penelope, clutching the key, limped towards the door.

Last night, when Kemp knocked her down, she sprained her ankle.

Plus, Zackary always messed with her, not knowing what gentleness meant. This morning, she had walked for so long, her ankles hurt even more.

However, no matter how much pain she was in, her back remained perfectly straight.

Everett had already looked down on her enough. If she continued to grovel before him, he would only find her more disgusting.

Her name was Penelope, and she had her dignity. She didn't want everyone to think she was lowly and vile, filthy and despicable.

Her hand hurt terribly, making even the simple act of opening a door clumsy and difficult for Penelope.

After opening the door, she headed straight towards the sofa.

She had originally intended to go and get Everett's suit jacket, but seeing that he had also come in, she did not reach out again.

Her hands were somewhat dirty; she didn't want to soil his coat.

Everett didn't mean to get his coat, his gaze was glued to Penelope's face, not leaving her for even a second.

"Mr. Murray, your coat is on the sofa," Penelope gently reminded him.

Seeing that he still had no intention of moving, Penelope cleaned her relatively less injured right hand with a wet cloth, and carefully picked up his coat.

"Mr. Murray, your coat."

At that moment, Everett suddenly came back to his senses. He stiffly took the coat Penelope handed to him, and in his deep-set eyes, suppressed emotions were surging uncontrollably.

Penelope couldn't understand the emotions in his eyes, and she never intended to.

Seeing that he wouldn't leave, Penelope had no choice but to order him out.

"Mr. Murray, your coat has been returned to you, please go home," Penelope added to ensure she could send Everett away, "I'm going to take a bath."

After all, she was about to take a shower, he couldn't just keep hanging around in her small apartment, could he?!

After hearing Penelope's words, Everett realized that there were not only red marks on her neck from being strangled, but also some bluish-purple bruises.

Although he had always been allergic to women and had never touched one before, he was not completely ignorant. He knew what those traces were left from.

He stared at Penelope as if he had been hit with a paralysis spell.

He was sparing with words, yet his thoughts were the most transparent.

Penelope took a bath, aiming to wash off the dirt from her body.

And all her filth last night, was thanks to him!

"Penelope...."

Penelope thought that Everett was warning her not to spill the beans in front of Xavier. She chuckled self-deprecatingly and spoke lightly, "Mr. Murray, rest assured, I won't tell Xavier about your reluctance to have a blind date with me last night."

"Xavier had just called me, and I didn't say anything negative about Mr. Murray."

"Penelope, that's not what I meant," Everett found that his thoughts were most clear and concise, always able to hit the nail on the head, but at this moment, he didn't know what to say to Penelope.

The heavy, self-mocking smile of world-weariness on Penelope's face became even more pronounced, "Mr. Murray, actually, you didn't have to do that last night."

Her voice grew softer, "There really was no need."

"I knew you didn't want to have a blind date with me. In fact, I never thought about going on one either. It's just that Xavier is too nice, too enthusiastic, and his hospitality is hard to refuse."

"Mr. Murray, rest assured, I bear you no ill will, I will not cause you any trouble, so you don't need to go to the trouble of finding scum like Jett to humiliate me in the future!"

"I wanted to provide Ethan with a better life, but I never considered social climbing or marrying into wealth! Mr. Murray, you've misunderstood!"

"Mr. Murray, please go back! Rest assured, we probably won't have to see each other again in the future. I won't appear in front of you again, making you feel any discomfort!"

Penelope thought that after her assurances, Everett would surely have left. However, he still stood motionless in the middle of the living room, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground.

In his eyes, there was a storm brewing, but all the turmoil, she couldn't understand.

Dark pupils, surrounded by a faint purple halo, appeared even more profound. Originally, these should have been the eyes atop a high peak, but because of the heavy bloodshot in his eyes, inexplicably, it added a bit of worldly aura to him. It was as if an emotionless and desireless immortal had fallen into the mortal world, tainted with all kinds of emotions and desires.

Penelope slowly shifted her gaze from Everett's face, noticing the closed door, she instantly understood.

Everett, being the high and mighty type, surely wouldn't have been willing to open the door himself.

Alright, she went to open the door for him, sending off this big Buddha.

Penelope's ankle was hurting more and more. She leaned against the wall, struggling to reach the door. She opened it and said, "Mr. Murray, I've opened the door for you. Now, you can leave!"

Everett lifted his foot, his long straight leg stepping forward. Penelope thought he was about to leave, but to her surprise, the next second, he stepped forward and pulled her forcefully into his arms.