Chapter 296 The Hero Saves the Beauty, Offering Himself in Return
Having Everett follow her to her small apartment, the thought of the ensuing interactions was unbearably awkward.
To avoid this unnecessary embarrassment, Penelope decided not to give him the chance to go to her small apartment.
"Mr. Murray, thank you for tonight, you're so busy, I won't bother you anymore, you..."
"No trouble at all!" Everett didn't give Penelope any chance to refuse him. He held her and quickly walked towards the community.
At the door of the small apartment, Penelope wanted to make a last-ditch effort, "Mr. Murray, I can handle my injury myself, you really should go back. It's already late, and it's actually not very convenient for you to come to my place."
"Penelope, I wasn't at ease, unsure if you were okay."
Penelope, "..."
How was it determined?
To ensure that she didn't have any serious issues, it was necessary to check her wounds. If he had been a woman, it wouldn't have been a big deal for him to take a look. But he was a man. Although she wasn't extremely conservative in her thinking, she still couldn't bring herself to casually show her wounds to a man.
Just as Penelope was about to say she was really okay, her phone fell out of her pocket.
She used the excuse of picking up her phone to finally maintain some distance from Everett.
Just as she was about to put her phone back in her pocket, she saw another news alert.
"Minor internet celebrity Penelope threatened Mrs. Hunter with a divorce call, aiming to take her place!"
Penelope stared at the gradually darkening phone screen, her face full of confusion.
She didn't even have Pennie's phone number, for goodness' sake. How was she supposed to threaten her over the phone, let alone try to take her place?!
Without a doubt, this piece of news was also orchestrated by Pennie. This time, she was hell-bent on ruining her.
What a pity, Pennie had such beautiful thoughts, but not everything in this world could necessarily go as she wished.
Penelope looked up, noticing Everett's gaze had fallen on her phone screen.
Thinking of the news alert she had just seen, and realizing he had seen it too, she couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.
"Mr. Murray, there was quite a bit of negative information about me on the internet tonight."
"I saw it." Before Penelope could speak, he continued, "Penelope, I believe you."
Penelope was taken aback, she had never expected Everett to say these words with such certainty.
His voice, usually calm and steady, inexplicably made her feel incredibly warm.
He believed her.
There was no contempt, no disdain, no disgust, but instead, he chose to believe her without hesitation.
Thinking of the underground garage, Zackary forcefully pushed her against the stone pillar, brutally questioning her. Penelope couldn't help but let out a self-mocking laugh.
In this world, the person who should have believed in her the most, never wanted to believe her. How sad.
Everett, he really was different from Zackary.
"Mr. Murray, thank you." Penelope sincerely said to Everett. Perhaps it was his unconditional trust that softened her heart. At that moment, she felt that their relationship had significantly grown closer.
"Penelope, I've told you, you don't have to be so formal with me," Everett added, seemingly afraid that Penelope might misunderstand and distance herself from him. "You can consider me as a friend first. There's no need for such formality between friends."
"Alright, Mr. Murray, I consider you a friend." Everett had already said this, so Penelope could no longer deliberately distance herself from him.
It was rare that Everett didn't continue to press her to marry him, she thought. If they were friends, she could get along well with him, but if it was more than that, she really couldn't accept it.
"Since we are friends, you shouldn't have rejected my care when you were injured."
Penelope, "..."
She hadn't yet thought of words to refute Everett's twisted logic when he had already walked into the small apartment in front of her, right after she opened the door.
Penelope weakly rolled her eyes.
Well, the big Buddha had already been brought in, she couldn't possibly kick it out, could she?
At worst, the two of them would just stare each other down, to see who could outlast the other tonight!
Just as Everett had carried Penelope upstairs, Samuel, accompanied by several bodyguards, emerged from around the corner.
Samuel silently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
The boss was worried that Ms. Sullivan would be besieged by reporters. He was proud and reluctant to show his concern for Ms. Sullivan, so he sent his men to play the hero and rescue her.
Unexpectedly, he was one step too late. By the time he showed up, Ms. Sullivan had already been taken away by Mr. Murray.
The cold sweat on Samuel's forehead was getting worse and worse. If the boss found out that he had messed up, allowing Ms. Sullivan and Mr. Murray to stay in the same room late at night, wouldn't he break his leg?!
Samuel didn't want his legs broken, but he knew clearly that if he concealed the truth, the boss would definitely beat him to a pulp. After struggling for a long time, he finally took out his phone and dialed his boss's number.
"What happened?!"
Zackary's voice sounded noticeably impatient, but upon closer listening, one could detect a hint of anticipation in it.
"Is she dead?!"
"Boss, Ms. Sullivan was fine."
"Why are you calling me if you're not dead!"
Zackary's irritable tone seemed as if he could hang up the phone at any moment, but after Samuel remained silent for more than ten seconds, he still didn't hang up the phone.
Samuel knew that the boss wanted to hear more about Penelope. He organized his thoughts and carefully began to speak, "Boss, it seems Ms. Sullivan ran into some trouble tonight. A drunken man tried to forcibly take her away."
"What?!"
Hearing Zackary's voice suddenly rise, Samuel jolted violently, his small frame instantly standing upright, looking like he was waiting to be ravaged.
"However, he did not take Ms. Sullivan away. Mr. Murray came over, he saved Ms. Sullivan. Just now, he carried Ms. Sullivan back to her residence."
Samuel listened to the silence on the other end of the phone, his heart pounding wildly. Sure enough, within a few seconds, he heard the sound of shattering glass.
The boss went crazy with jealousy!
Samuel, clutching his chest in fear, was on the phone with Zackary, who was nearly having a heart attack out of anger.
The hero saved the beauty and offered himself in return?!
They wish!
To avoid the awkwardness of Everett applying medicine for her, as soon as she entered the small apartment, Penelope pulled out a bottle of ointment and applied it to the wound on her wrist.
Actually, the minor scrapes on her legs and back were nothing. The only slightly serious one was the wound on her wrist.
Her right wrist had been twisted several times by the drunken man, making her right hand less agile. Therefore, applying medicine seemed particularly clumsy.
Everett saw her wincing in pain, and despite his efforts to control it, his brow furrowed as well.
He particularly wanted to take the ointment from her hand and help her apply it, but he could feel her deliberate distance from him. He was afraid that if he pushed too hard, she would retreat even further, so he didn't insist on helping her with the ointment anymore.
He simply turned around and went to her kitchen.
Everett had finally left the living room, and Penelope felt that the surrounding air had become lighter, no longer heavy and suffocating her.
If he had left quickly, that would have been better.
Everett had no intention of leaving at all. On the contrary, before long, he came out of the kitchen, holding a cooked, peeled egg in his hand.
Penelope was a bit confused. What was he doing with an egg in the middle of the night?