Chapter 180 Penelope, you were truly chaste!

Penelope found herself quite ridiculous. Despite her efforts to stop loving him, his hurtful words still made her heart ache and tremble.

Not wanting to show weakness in front of him, she laughed with a cool and distant demeanor, "Yes, very interesting indeed! What about you, Mr. Spencer, would you like to give it a try?"

"Penelope!"

Zackary gripped her shoulders tightly, "Penelope, you want to be a spokesperson, you want to climb up the ladder, you come to me! Who the hell told you to get into Everett's bed?!"

"Mr. Spencer, you really have a short memory. I told you, I find you dirty!"

"Ha!" Zackary laughed. When he didn't laugh, he was cold and indifferent. When he did, his laughter was tinged with a bloodthirsty brutality that made him even more chilling.

"A chicken, dare to disdain guests for being dirty?! Penelope, who gave you the nerve!"

"Penelope, since you love being a chicken so much, I'll indulge you!"

"Mr. Spencer, let me go!" Penelope saw that Zackary was really going crazy, and she couldn't help but get a little anxious, "Mr. Spencer, even if I, Penelope, am a chicken, I have the right to choose my guests! I don't fancy guests like you!"

"Oh, the chicken!" Zackary exclaimed, as if he had just realized something, "It's not for free!"

Saying this, he took out his wallet, disdainfully pinched two hundred-dollar bills, and fiercely slapped them onto Penelope's face.

"The money from last night, plus today's, Penelope, keep it safe!"

With a robust body pressing down, Penelope was so furious that she almost bit her own tongue off.

Catching sight of a teapot on the side table, she gripped it tightly, intending to slam it hard into the back of Zackary's head.

A man had bullied her before, she grabbed something and smashed it down without hesitation.

But she sadly discovered that she couldn't bring herself to hurt Zackary.

No matter how much she hated him, how much she wanted to stay away from him, she couldn't really hurt him.

With a dejected release of his hand, the teapot in his grasp shattered heavily on the ground, emitting a crisp sound.

Upon hearing the sound of the teapot shattering, Zackary abruptly turned his face, staring unblinkingly at the traces on the ground, his handsome face fluctuating between gloom and brightness.

"Penelope, you want to hit me?!"

Zackary sneered coldly, his handsome face, known as a once-in-a-thousand-year divine beauty, twisted into a demonic grimace in an instant. "So, you want to keep yourself pure for Everett?! Ha, a mere chicken, wanting to keep herself for a golden master, Penelope, you are truly chaste!"

"Penelope, even if you, this chicken, want to play innocent after selling yourself, I, Zackary, have spent money on you. I want you, and you can only please me obediently!"

She obediently tried to please him...

Penelope loathed herself. Just now, she should have smashed the teapot on his head, cracked open that blockhead, and seen what kind of mush was inside.

Penelope, who was already in severe pain, was further tormented by Zackary's grip. The pain, especially in her ankles, was almost suffocating her.

When she was in severe pain, her eyes would always physiologically turn red.

She didn't want to show any weakness in front of Zackary, she hastily turned her face to the side, not letting him see her reddened eyes.

Penelope turned her face to one side, but Zackary interpreted it as if she only had eyes for Everett and disdained to look at him.

He was so angry that he wanted to tear her limb from limb, but, after each time he gritted his teeth in anger, he still couldn't bring himself to harm her.

He could only, on her body, make it clear to her, whose woman she truly was.

Zackary was about to teach her a harsh lesson physically when he suddenly noticed fresh blood seeping from the back of her right hand.

Her hand was injured.

Last night, he personally treated her wounds. He knew better than anyone how severely her hands were injured.

The wound on her hand had already been treated with ointment and temporarily stopped bleeding. However, during the recent struggle, he had somehow caused her wound to bleed again.

A promiscuous chicken deserves to bleed dry!

Zackary's teeth chattered, but he couldn't do anything, helplessly watching her wound bleed.

He despised her, hated her, scorned her, yet... he felt sorry for her.

"Penelope, you woman..."

Thinking of her always getting hurt, Zackary was so angry that his teeth itched. He wanted to speak harshly to her, but in the end, all the harshness was just a bluff. Only the heartache was the real emotion, overwhelming everything else.

Zackary rose in annoyance. He had just thought about searching her small apartment for some ointment to treat her wounds when he saw the large bag placed next to the sofa.

Inside the bag, there were various kinds of wound medicine. The bandages inside had been opened. Subconsciously, Zackary glanced at Penelope's left hand.

Clearly, the bandage on her left hand had just been wrapped.

It must have been Everett who wrapped it up for her.

Everett, he didn't just have a relationship with her.

She hadn't been gone from his villa for long, treating wounds wasn't that quick, he couldn't possibly have another tryst with her.

Moreover, he was so consumed with anger just now that he almost forgot, he had also seen Dawson just now.

Even if Penelope and Everett were to be open again, they wouldn't have the audacity to passionately display their affection in front of Dawson.

She didn't do it with Everett, Zackary couldn't help but feel elated. However, thinking about how gently Everett had just applied medicine for her, he felt suffocated.

He thought, he wanted to firmly hold this ignorant woman in his arms, grit his teeth and threaten her, "Penelope, I won't allow any other man to medicate you in the future! In this lifetime, only I can medicate you!"

Zackary felt that what he had just said was really stupid. Couldn't a doctor prescribe medicine for her?! This heartless woman would definitely laugh at him if she heard this. He wouldn't give her the chance to mock him!

Finally free, Penelope sat up, wanting to distance herself from the couch, from Zackary.

Zackary was about to apply medicine to her, but seeing her restlessly trying to get up, his handsome face instantly darkened.

"Penelope, who told you to move?! Stay put!"

Penelope glanced at Zackary as if he were insane. Stay put? Wait to be oppressed by him, to be dominated by him?

She certainly didn't have this particular penchant!

"Mr. Spencer, you're insane, you've already made a scene, you're not welcome here, now, you can leave!" Penelope straightened her back, saying each word in a cold voice.

Zackary's hand, reaching out for the medicine bottle, paused. This ungrateful woman, driving him away again! Did she drive him away so she could entertain other benefactors?!

She had a dream!

"Penelope, come to me!"

Seeing Penelope actually get off the couch and head towards the bedroom, Zackary was so angry he wanted to wring her neck.

She avoided him as if he were a flood or a fierce beast. Upon seeing other men, she would pounce on them impatiently. He, Zackary, just couldn't catch her eye!

"Mr. Spencer," I repeated, "I will pay you back the money! As for you, please disappear from my world forever!"

He disappeared again!

Zackary got up with a frown, his intention was to grab her and apply medicine to her, but Penelope thought he was going to go crazy again.

She hastily retreated, accidentally twisting her injured ankle again. Her body, uncontrollably, fell to the ground.