Chapter 205 Mr. Zackary played the victim, shameless!

Penelope's expression faltered, her mind blank for a moment.

She had grown accustomed to Zackary's confrontational demeanor, so when he suddenly spoke to her in a voice filled with grievance and appeasement, she genuinely didn't know how to react for a moment.

They, had not had a proper conversation in far too long.

After a brief moment of shock, Penelope still spoke calmly, "Mr. Spencer, you should go to the hospital if you're injured. What's the use of telling me!"

"Penelope, I was in so much pain that I couldn't drive and couldn't make it to the hospital."

Penelope was just about to suggest, "You can take a taxi, or let Samuel pick you up," but before she could get the words out, Zackary spoke up again in that pitiful and aggrieved voice, "Penelope, I got hurt trying to save you, you can't just ignore me!"

Penelope, "..."

This posture of repaying kindness with a grudge, really left her speechless.

Penelope didn't want to deal with Zackary, but his tone was just too pitiful, and besides, he had indeed saved her life that night.

When Pennie was driving towards her, her ankle hurt terribly. Even if she exerted all her strength, she couldn't run far and was bound to be hit hard.

Zackary had helped her avoid a disaster.

Even though she hated him and resented him, an eye for an eye, he had helped her tonight, so she should, at least, stuff some medicine for wounds into his arms. In this way, it could be considered as repaying his favor tonight.

"Mr. Spencer, let go of me. I can't open the door with you holding me like this!"

Seeing Penelope's attitude soften, Zackary quickly and tactfully let her go.

Penelope quickly pulled out the keys from her bag and opened the door.

Just fiddled around for half a day, but the door was not even opened.

At that moment, Penelope realized with immense embarrassment that she had been using the wrong key all along.

The keys to every door in this small apartment were all different. She had never made such a mistake before. Tonight, she was really thrown off by Zackary, this lunatic, to the point of making such a basic error.

Zackary watched Penelope's movements, but he couldn't help feeling elated inside.

She was nervous.

If she still got nervous in front of him, it proved that she was not completely indifferent to him in her heart.

This realization cleared Zackary's gloom and instantly lifted his spirits.

Even, it made him want to give Penelope a chance to properly explain the events from four years ago.

She had explained countless times before, he didn't believe. But now, he was willing to give her one last chance, and also give himself a chance.

Because of that fire, he realized that he was afraid of losing her if he died. He stubbornly hid within the defenses he had built up, unwilling to admit his weakness. But deep down, he knew better than anyone that he cared about her.

Having finally opened the door, Penelope couldn't be bothered to deal with Zackary, she headed straight into the small apartment.

The various ointments that Dawson had brought last time were still quite a lot left. Penelope took out that big shopping bag from the cabinet and threw it in front of Zackary.

"Mr. Spencer, these medicines are all for you, consider it as a thank you for saving me tonight,"

After expressing gratitude for the life-saving favor, they still went their separate ways from then on.

Penelope didn't want to concern herself with Zackary's wellbeing, but seeing him standing aside, clutching his arm in pain, she still said, "If your arm really hurts that bad, Mr. Spencer, I suggest you go to the hospital."

Zackary didn't speak, instead he forcefully unbuttoned his suit jacket and tossed it aside.

Penelope frowned, she kindly suggested him to go to the hospital, but he ended up undressing. This man was really sick!

She shouldn't have let him in out of momentary soft-heartedness!

"Mr. Spencer, please leave!" Penelope pointed to his suit jacket set aside, indicating for him to take his things and get out.

When Penelope coldly ordered him to leave, Zackary did not react as he usually did, with rampant violence and beast-like ferocity.

He struggled to lift his left arm, and spoke somewhat innocently to Penelope, "Penelope, you gave me medicine, wasn't it for me to take?"

Penelope, "..."

The way he said it, it seemed as if she was judging a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart.

Penelope was upset, she turned her face away directly, treating Zackary as if he was air.

He could apply the medicine if he wanted to. Anyway, it was fine as long as he left after applying it!

As for his clothes, he could take them off or not, it didn't matter. It's not like she hadn't seen it before, and there was nothing worth seeing anyway!

With this thought, Penelope's heart instantly calmed down a lot. The pork sold on the street stalls was also not dressed. She might as well consider Zackary, who had even taken off his shirt in front of her, as pork.

It was no big deal.

Since what was in front of her was just a piece of pork, there was no need for Penelope to deliberately avoid it. She openly fixed her gaze on Zackary.

However, it was discovered that his left arm was quite seriously injured.

No one knew what had caused it, but there was a bloody gash, several centimeters long, on his left arm.

Clearly, he had bled a lot from his wound, but she hadn't noticed because his suit jacket was black.

Her heart ached terribly, but Penelope tried her best to ignore this inexplicable emotion. She forced her voice to be cold and emotionless, "Mr. Spencer, if you want to apply the medicine, do it quickly! After you're done, please leave! It's getting late, I need to rest!"

"Penelope, help me apply the medicine!" Zackary deliberately displayed his injured left arm in front of Penelope, "I'm hurt, help me apply the medicine."

"Mr. Spencer, you have hands, you can apply the medicine yourself!" Penelope told herself not to be soft-hearted, and she still spoke in a cold tone.

"Penelope, my right arm was also injured, I couldn't lift it."

Zackary struggled to move his right arm and sure enough, there were visible scrapes on it. Although it hadn't bled much, it was terribly swollen and red.

Penelope stared blankly at Zackary's right arm. In a dazed moment, she only felt a tightness around her waist, and he had already pulled her into his arms.

Penelope was both furious and embarrassed.

Zackary had just said that he injured his right arm and couldn't lift it. Now what? He was holding her so tightly, was this what he called not being able to lift it?!

She was even more upset with herself for being so weak. Despite having made up her mind to cut ties with him completely, she still felt such heartache seeing him hurt.

"Mr. Spencer, please let me go!" Penelope didn't want to sink into Zackary's gentle trap. She pushed hard with her hands, trying to push him away.

Who would have known, he turned around and directly pushed her onto the sofa in the living room.

His lips pressed down heavily, carrying a suppressed desire and deep affection.

"Penelope, I'm giving you a chance to explain! Let's start over!"

A heavy touch of anxiety laced Zackary's voice, making it hoarse, "Penelope, the incident from four years ago, as long as you're willing to explain, I'll believe!"

"Penelope, I was willing to trust you one last time!"