Chapter 26 Lola, You Sicken Me

Seeing Penelope gasp in pain, Ralph smiled wickedly. He leaned over and pressed down, his lips scarlet.

"Piss off, Ralph!"

Penelope was so sick she wanted to throw up. Ralph was the one in the world that disgusted her the most.

To her, Ralph was more sickening than snakes or flies.

She exerted strength on her hand and was about to slap him hard. Suddenly, he grabbed her injured left hand and clenched it almost rudely.

The intense pain spread rapidly from her severed fingers to her limbs. The pain was so great that she could not raise her right hand whatsoever.

"Well? How do you feel, Penelope? Doesn't it feel great to be miserable and happy at the same time?" Seeing the bright red blood oozing from Penelope's white glove, Ralph smiled in satisfaction and clenched her left hand even harder, savoring every second while torturing her.

"Go away! Go away now!"

Penelope was stiff with pain. She had the urge to slice Ralph into pieces, but now she couldn't even struggle.

"Mr. Hunter, you're in a good mood."

A man's cold, indifferent voice rang out, and in an instant, Penelope came back to her senses.

She found that she was so unlucky today bumping into both Ralph and Zackary.

Hearing Zackary's voice, Ralph pulled himself away from Penelope's lips and held her in his arms lazily and nonchalantly. "What a coincidence, Mr. Spencer. I came to Lust Club to get myself a whore and ran into you."

Ralph pinched Penelope's chin flirtatiously. She tried to dodge away, but his strength was so great that even if she ducked, she still could not escape his grip.

Pinching her face, Ralph turned to Zackary. "I've tried it a lot with this whore many times, and she serves me fine. Mr. Spencer, do you want to give it a go?"

"Zackary..." Lola's face hadn't fully recovered. Although she had a heavy foundation, still, it could be seen that her face was a little red and swollen.

Yet she had beautiful features after all. Though her face was hurt, she looked beautiful still.

Zackary held her hand gently. "Lola, relax. I'm not interested in her. I loathe things that have been used by others. They're so filthy."

"Zackary, don't say that about Penelope. In fact, she has her reasons to serve all those men," Lola said delicately, looking sweet and caring.

Penelope covered her mouth. She was sick enough to face Ralph, and now she wanted to throw up even more when she looked at Lola's hypocritical face.

Before Penelope puked, Lola couldn't wait to sicken her again. Lola came forward and held Penelope's hand warmly as if they were some kind of dear sisters indeed.

"Penelope, I know you don't like me, but I still want to persuade you to stop going around looking for men and ruining yourself, OK?"

Penelope stared at Lola without blinking.

Then she let out an uncontrollable sneer.

She put away the sarcastic smile and looked cold. "Lola, you really are a pretentious phony indeed. Aren't you sickened by yourself pretending to be naïve and sweet in front of men every day?"

Penelope jerked her face away to the trash can beside her, retching uncontrollably. "Lola, you're not sick of yourself. Instead, you sicken me!"

Penelope's words and behaviors humiliated Lola, and the latter pulled a long face.

She turned and looked timidly at Zackary. "Zackary, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset Penelope. It seems that Penelope dislikes me a lot. Please don't tell me that you find me bad and hateful, OK?"

Zackary pulled Lola into his arms, his face filled with affection for her. "Lola, I don't allow you to say that about yourself. In my eyes, you will always be the purest girl!"

Upon hearing his words, Penelope couldn't help but vomit even more violently.

She thought, "Lola and Ralph have had sex more times than they can count. Is Zackary blind or simply stupid?"

Lola was complacent that Zackary took her side, yet seeing that he showed no intention of leaving, she could not help worrying.

She winked at Ralph at once. Ralph understood and held Penelope in his arms with a frivolous smile on his face, saying, "Stop it, Penelope. I haven't even got you pregnant yet. How come you are vomiting now already?

"Penelope, don't be mad at me calling you a whore earlier. I was just joking with Mr. Spencer. You're so beautiful. How can I bear to give you away?

"Penelope, we will work hard together to get you pregnant. When you're pregnant with my child again, I'll marry you. By that time, I'll take Ethan to my family fair and square. You won't have to suffer ever again."

"Shut up, Ralph!" Penelope was so pissed off that she wanted to tear Ralph's mouth into pieces. Zackary never wanted to acknowledge Ethan to begin with. Now that Ralph said so in front of Zackary, it would only deepen the misunderstanding between Zackary and Ethan.

As she expected, Zackary curled his lips sarcastically after hearing Ralph's words.

Zackary said nothing, yet the sarcastic look on his face was clearly saying, "Penelope, the bastard's father is here now, and you're still trying to claim that he's mine? How cheeky!"

"Mr. Spencer, beautiful nights pass quickly. You're not gonna watch me sleep with Penelope, are you?" Ralph kissed Penelope's cheek. "My Penelope is so pretty. I don't want another man to look at her!"

The blue veins on the back of Zackary's hand burst. He was about to punch Ralph's lips pressed so closely to Penelope's face when suddenly, Lola used her hand to clutch his.

"Zack, let's get out of Penelope and Mr. Hunter's hair. My brother and the others are waiting for us."

Her voice brought Zackary's reason back. He unclenched his fist stiffly, gave Penelope a look of disgust, and walked away without looking back.

Penelope wanted to leave, too. She avoided Ralph's approach in disgust, and as soon as she was about to move forward, he pulled her to a box aside.

He slammed Penelope's body to the ground. She had already been in so much pain that she could not exert any strength, and now, after being thrown by him to the ground, she felt that her body was utterly weak.

She thought that she was bound to suffer tonight, yet to her surprise, just as they entered the box, Ralph's phone rang ceaselessly.

He picked up the phone, and then his expression changed drastically. He rushed out of the box without glancing at Penelope.

Penelope slumped feebly to the ground and felt the pain in her broken finger grow more intense. Perhaps it was because she had just been sickened by Lola so much or because of something else, anyway, her stomach was in so much pain that she felt that it was being cut by countless knives.

She curled up into a ball, changed into a clean pair of gloves, and took several more painkillers. After nearly half an hour, she finally got some strength back.

She got up with difficulty while leaning against the wall and walked step by step to the box the manager had arranged for her tonight.

When she opened the box door and saw Zackary leaning on the sofa, utterly cold and cruel as a tyrant, she froze in situ.