Chapter 178 He was willing to bow down to Penelope.

She was not just injured on her hand.

The part of her wrist that he was gripping had obvious unevenness.

That was the trace left by a wrist-cutting suicide!

What kind of despair could have driven such a strong and stubborn woman to commit suicide by slashing her wrists?!

Everett felt even more regretful that he hadn't met her earlier, to shield her from some of the storms in her painful life.

Penelope cast her eyes down, casually glancing at the broken part of her little finger, and spoke lightly, "It's all in the past."

"Mr. Murray, thank you. My hands are indeed not flexible now, thank you for helping me treat the wound."

She wasn't close with Everett, and moreover, they had had unpleasant experiences between them. She wasn't so quick to confide in him.

The wound on her left hand had also been re-bandaged. Penelope thought that Everett could finally leave. Unexpectedly, he suddenly grabbed her ankle.

The socks she had been wearing on her feet were not found in Zackary's room this morning, and now, her ankles were exposed.

Being held by the ankle by an adult man, Penelope felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Mr. Murray, please let go!"

Dawson silently covered his face, "Boss, you really have no shame! It's one thing to treat the young girl's hand injury, but why are you so eagerly grabbing her ankle! So twisted!"

He was simply a lustful beast!

"Penelope, you sprained your ankle!"

Penelope was taken aback, she really hadn't expected that Everett would be so attentive to notice the anomaly on her ankle.

Her ankle had swollen almost to the size of a leavened bun, a sight she found terrifying. Yet even so, she had no intention of letting Everett help her with it.

She tried hard to pull back her leg, but his strength was greater, she couldn't retract her leg.

"Mr. Murray, my ankle is fine! Thank you for helping me apply the medicine, I'm much better now, please go back!"

"Penelope, let me massage your ankle for you," Everett's voice was somewhat gentle, but carried an irresistible stubbornness.

Seeing Penelope still wanting to retract her foot, Everett unusually explained further, "Penelope, just consider me as a doctor now."

The foot that Penelope had planned to retract instantly froze in place.

In fact, if she had gone to a doctor for the injury on her ankle, the doctor would generally first massage it open before applying medicine. Moreover, there were male doctors among them.

Everett had said so, if she continued to refuse, it would seem that she was being too petty.

Seeing that Penelope no longer resisted, Everett unscrewed the cap of the medicinal liquor on the side, poured it into his palm, and began skillfully massaging Penelope's ankle.

Everett had always been smart. There were some things he hadn't deliberately learned, but as a child, he had seen Xavier massage people with sprains. Therefore, now he did it with a certain style.

The eyeball that Senior Special Assistant Mr. Dawson had painstakingly retrieved, once again fell to the ground, shattering completely.

Was the man in front of her, who was carefully and somewhat pleasingly massaging the young girl's ankle, really the same person who was known as the cruel, ruthless, bloodthirsty, and cold-hearted boss?

In front of me, was clearly a vexing little imp, alright!

Did the boss still have Ms. Sullivan treat him as a doctor?! Was the boss trying to play doctor with Ms. Sullivan?

Shouldn't he have considerately prepared a nurse outfit for the boss?

Dawson's mind was filled with mixed feelings. Now, there was one thing he was absolutely certain of - he had to make a good impression on Ms. Sullivan in the future.

Who knows when she might have become his mistress!

Having her ankle massaged by Everett initially made Penelope feel quite awkward. However, his movements were so professional that gradually, she truly began to see him as a doctor.

After he massaged her with medicinal liquor for a while, her ankle really didn't hurt as much.

Applying the cool, refreshing ointment was indescribably soothing.

Men and women, when in such close proximity, always have a certain indescribable intimacy. But in that moment, Everett truly did not harbor any impure thoughts towards Penelope.

It was not because she didn't attract him.

On the contrary, she was the only woman who had made him lose control over all these years he had lived.

He was just, too heartbroken.

Every wound on her body pained him, pained him so much that his soul was trembling.

Looking at the serene and calm Penelope in front of him, Everett suddenly couldn't help but recall the words annotated by the master for him when he was young, "A life of glory, wealth that could topple a city."

After meeting Penelope, he understood that no matter how arrogant a person may be, there is always someone in this world for whom you are willing to work like a horse and bow down to.

Reluctantly withdrawing his hand from Penelope's ankle, Everett spoke in a low voice, "Penelope, how are you feeling now?"

"I felt much better. Mr. Murray, thank you."

Penelope rose, supporting herself on the edge of the sofa, "Mr. Murray, I'm sorry for taking up so much of your time. Let's put what happened last night behind us, we need to look forward."

"As for this blind date... could you also tell Xavier that we're not suitable? Mr. Murray, to be honest, I don't have any plans to date. I think being with Ethan right now is just fine."

"Mr. Murray, I hope you met a girl to your liking soon!"

Everett moved his lips, he wanted to say, "Penelope, you are the girl I fancy. Heaven and earth, only you, Penelope, can move my heart."

But to Penelope's polite yet distant smiling eyes, these words, Everett ultimately did not utter.

Penelope's initial impression of him was actually quite good. However, he ruined his own image in her heart by his own actions. He pushed too hard, only to completely scare her away.

"Penelope, take a good rest," Everett extended his hand, wanting to pat Penelope's shoulder, but he felt that this action seemed a bit too intimate.

Afraid of her disdain, he stiffly withdrew his hand.

Penelope let out a long sigh of relief in her heart, this Buddha statue was finally leaving.

"Tonight..."

As soon as Everett started speaking, Penelope was reminded of the audition yesterday, and the fact that she had offered to take him out for a meal.

She quickly cut him off, "Mr. Murray, I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well, so I won't be inviting you for dinner tonight."

"Hmm." Everett felt disappointed, but he didn't insist, "Dawson will contact you in the afternoon to sign a contract with you."

Having said that, Everett turned around and headed towards the outside of the small apartment.

Dawson hurriedly caught up. Originally, there were some minor matters that didn't necessarily require Everett's opinion. However, considering his emphasis on Penelope, Dawson still felt that there were some things that needed to be discussed with him first.

"Boss, the endorsement fee we paid to Ms. Sullivan..."

"Originally, the endorsement fee stipulated in our contract was ten million a year, but this was for A-list actresses. Ms. Sullivan can't even be considered an eighteen-liner now. According to the norm, her endorsement fee could only be one-tenth of that of an A-list actress, or even less."

"Penelope will become a top-tier actress!" Everett declared with absolute certainty.

After hearing his words, Dawson instantly understood. The endorsement fee in the contract didn't need to be changed.

Zackary had just parked his car on the side of the road when he saw Everett coming out from the community.

Originally, his complexion was not good. Thinking that Everett had just come out of Penelope's small apartment, his handsome face became even colder than the harsh winter.