Chapter 278 Penelope, did it hurt?

"Cough, cough..."

Penelope almost choked on her own saliva, why did she now think that Lyman was so much like a big matchmaker?

"Sister?" Everett's brow furrowed, clearly, he hadn't expected that Lyman, such a formidable rival, would suddenly call Penelope sister.

"Yeah!" Lyman nodded vigorously, "Penelope and I had a DNA paternity test, we are real siblings!" Lyman patted Everett's shoulder affectionately, "Everett, from now on, you have to treat me better!"

Saying this, Lyman also threw a flirtatious glance at Everett, the meaning of which was clearly, treat me well and I'll let you pursue my sister, otherwise, you'll have to face the consequences!

"Um." Everett agreed readily, "I was pursuing Penelope, any advice is welcome!"

Saying so, he even shook hands with Lyman in quite a gentlemanly manner.

After hearing the conversation between Lyman and Everett, Penelope felt like vomiting blood. And they still welcomed advice?

What was there to advise about?!

Lyman, however, was extremely excited. He shook Everett's hand vigorously, "Absolutely! If you want to pursue my Penelope, you have to treat her well. If you dare to bully her, I will fight you to the death!"

After speaking, Lyman also shook his fist, which had no deterrent power at all, at Everett.

"Mm." His tone was still light and indifferent, but in Everett's heart, endless tenderness and pity surged. His gaze was locked unwaveringly on Penelope's small face. "Penelope, how are you feeling now?"

"I was much better then."

Penelope actually wanted to tactfully ask Everett to leave. However, before she could utter a word, Lyman had already chuckled a few times and excitedly headed for the door.

Reaching the door, he turned back and shot Everett a flirtatious glance, "Everett, I'm stepping out for a bit, take good care of my sister for me!"

"Hmm," Everett said, already sitting by Penelope's bedside.

"Mr. Murray, you must be very busy, there's no need for you to waste your time on me..."

"Penelope, do you want an apple?" Before Penelope could answer, Everett had already taken an apple from the fruit basket that Dawson was holding, and began to peel it leisurely.

Penelope, "..."

She had originally planned to ask him to leave, but seeing him sitting there so earnestly peeling apples, it seemed a bit impolite to ask him to leave now.

Seeing the loving interaction between Everett and Penelope, Dawson's heart, like that of an old mother, instantly fell back into his stomach.

Mr. Lyman didn't want to twist the boss around, quite good!

He felt like a light bulb here, but he was holding the salary Everett had given him. Even if he wanted to step down, he had to report to his own boss first.

He set the fruit basket aside and spoke softly, "Boss, should I continue to stay here?"

"What, you want to eat an apple?" Everett lifted his eyelids, coolly looking at Dawson as he asked.

Dawson's head shook like a rattle drum, "Boss, I don't want to eat an apple, absolutely not!"

This apple was personally peeled by the boss for Ms. Sullivan, and he ended up with a perforated stomach!

He didn't dare to eat!

Dawson knew that he, this light bulb, was despised by the boss. He didn't dare to speak more and quickly retreated quietly.

As soon as Dawson left, the ward fell into an eerie silence.

Penelope was not accustomed to this silent and awkward atmosphere, but thinking back to how her attempts to make conversation in front of Everett only made things more awkward, she wisely chose to keep quiet.

Lying motionless on the bed, truly a bit bored, Penelope's gaze darted around, finally landing on Everett's long, clean hands.

He probably hadn't peeled apples much before. His apple peeling movements were extremely clumsy. The apple skin would break as soon as he peeled it, and the apple ended up looking rather unattractive under his knife.

But this still didn't affect the aesthetic of the scene before him. Everett was truly too handsome. Even when he made the clumsiest movements, he still carried a kind of admirable nobility that was unattainable.

The scene was beautiful, but Penelope was somewhat worried that Everett might cut his hand.

He kindly came to visit her and even peeled fruit for her. If he had cut his hand, she would have felt extremely guilty.

Penelope tentatively spoke up, "Mr. Murray, don't trouble yourself, I can peel the apple myself."

"Penelope, you were injured."

Everett had no intention whatsoever of handing the apple to Penelope for peeling. She weakly glanced at her own left wrist, alright, she was indeed injured, her movements were very clumsy.

During those four years in the dungeon, her left arm was severely injured, almost powerless. After being treated by Xavier, it improved a lot, but today she was cut by Dalton, and it was still unknown whether her left hand could recover its flexibility in the future.

She couldn't replace Everett in peeling the apples, she could only watch him nervously, fearing that he might accidentally cut his hand.

"Penelope, you don't have to be so formal with me in the future. I was pursuing you, it was only right for me to court you,"

"Mr. Murray, please don't waste your time on me in the future, we're not suitable for each other."

"Penelope, we were not incompatible. Lyman thought we were very suitable, grandfather also thought we were very suitable, and I thought we couldn't be more suitable. If everyone thought we were suitable, and only you thought we were not, that proved that your so-called incompatibility was wrong, we were very suitable."

Penelope's eyes widened in shock. What kind of twisted logic was this from Everett? His words left her speechless.

It seemed as if, indeed, there was something wrong with her thinking.

Boys with rich experience in pursuing girls were more adept at sweet talk. Everett, having no such experience, didn't know how to win a woman's heart. However, his heartfelt words were more capable of striking a chord.

Lost in his own thoughts, Everett's voice, heavy with concern, suddenly echoed in the air, "Penelope, are you in pain?"

His words didn't seem to be just asking about the injury on her wrist, but rather seemed to be asking, "Penelope, you've suffered so much injustice and harm, does it hurt?"

In an instant, the defenses built up in Penelope's heart collapsed into disarray, her eyes welling up with tears.

In fact, she was in pain. However, she knew that even if she was hurting, no one would feel sorry for her. Therefore, she tried hard to make herself tough.

Everett lifted his face, only to meet Penelope's eyes, shrouded in a heavy mist.

His heart, which had always been known for its cold hardness, instantly became warm and soft, even stirring up ripples.

He knew that she had not yet agreed to be with him. He had to control himself and not be abrupt with her, but he just couldn't resist the urge to hold her in his arms.

With a sudden force in his hand, he tightly clasped her into his arms.

Moreover, being so close to her, his lips uncontrollably yearned to stick to her.

To be precise, it was on her lips.

And he, indeed, did so.

Things got out of control.

Just as Everett was about to deepen the kiss, an angry voice rang out in the air, "What are you doing?!"