Chapter 297 Lola, let's have a child!

Could it be, he was starving, and went to her kitchen, just to find an egg to eat?

"Mr. Murray, since you were hungry, you should go home to eat. It seems that I had nothing else to eat here except for eggs."

After hearing Penelope's words, Everett's brow furrowed even more.

Did you drive her away again?

This little woman, truly, every single minute, couldn't wait for him to leave.

But he got a copy of "The Wife-Chasing Secret Manual", which was prepared for Jayden back then. The manual stated that to pursue a woman, one must be persistent and clingy, like a piece of taffy.

He had always been aloof, not fond of being clingy, but for the first time in his life, he liked a woman so much that he was willing to give it a try.

Everett didn't speak, instead he held the egg and walked straight towards Penelope.

It must be said, Everett's appearance was truly impeccable.

Regardless of the figure, or that face, both carried an admirable nobility, flawless perfection, like an ancient deity radiating with brilliant light.

Other men, holding an egg in their hands as if it were a landmine, might have looked a bit ridiculous, but he was different. The egg in his hand seemed to have turned into a priceless treasure, inexplicably adding an indescribable nobility.

Suddenly, Penelope felt that what Everett was holding in his hand was no ordinary egg.

But even if it was an extraordinary egg, she didn't want to eat it now.

Penelope subconsciously shifted in the sofa, the more she looked at the approaching Everett, the more she felt that it wasn't him who was hungry, but he wanted to force her to eat the egg.

"Mr. Murray, I... I..." I wasn't really hungry.

Before Penelope could finish her sentence, Everett had already taken the egg and sat down next to her.

In the next second, the smooth and delicate egg in his hand had landed on her highly swollen face.

The soft, silky egg fell on her face, bringing an indescribable comfort, like a mother's hand brushing across her face. Mysteriously, her face didn't hurt as much anymore.

She also belatedly realized that Everett, holding the egg, was not forcing her to eat it, but rather, he was trying to help her reduce the swelling.

"Penelope, rub your face with an egg, your face won't be this swollen tomorrow."

Penelope's heart trembled softly. He was really good to her, but she didn't deserve his kindness.

She half-lowered her eyelids and spoke softly, "Mr. Murray, thank you, but I can handle something as minor as massaging my face myself."

Saying so, Penelope wanted to take the egg from his hand.

"Penelope, were you sure that your hand could massage your face by itself at that time?"

As Everett spoke, his gaze seemed to casually sweep over Penelope's left wrist, where the bleeding had just stopped, and her right wrist, which was red and swollen.

Penelope weakly withdrew her hand, rubbing it herself, indeed it was very inconvenient.

But a grown man, sitting next to her, even massaging her face with an egg, this feeling, was really too ambiguous.

Penelope couldn't accept it.

"Penelope, just consider me as your doctor, you don't need to overthink,"

Penelope was about to refuse Everett's continued face massage when his voice suddenly echoed in the air, silencing the words she had on the tip of her tongue.

She didn't need to think too much...

When he said this, it made her feel as if any further refusal would make her seem impure in her thoughts.

Alright, just treat him as a doctor. After all, she wouldn't lose a piece of flesh just because he massaged her face.

Seeing Penelope's adorable look of being at a loss for words, a clear smile instantly painted itself across Everett's usually cold eyes. It was as if the ice and snow had just begun to melt, warming one's bones.

Fortunately, Mr. Dawson, the senior assistant, did not stubbornly come to be a third wheel tonight.

Otherwise, seeing the ruthless, inhumane head of his family carefully massaging Penelope's face, he would surely be scared enough to have his eyeballs drop to ground.

Everett massaged her face. At first, Penelope's body was still very tense, but gradually, she began to relax.

It must be said, Everett's technique was quite good.

More comfortable than getting a beauty treatment at a beauty salon.

Penelope had encountered too many things today, and she was already extremely tired. As soon as she relaxed, she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing Penelope's peaceful sleeping face, a faint, indulgent curve involuntarily hooked up at the corner of Everett's lips.

Really wished, I could see her sleeping face every night.

Everett was afraid that Penelope might be uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa, so he decided to carry her into the bedroom to sleep.

He had just lifted her horizontally when her little head pressed tightly against his chest.

Feeling her little hand move, he thought his actions had awakened her. However, her eyes remained tightly closed. Instead, it was her little hand that was tightly wrapped around his neck.

The smile at the corner of Everett's lips grew even gentler. What he loved the most was her completely unguarded demeanor towards him.

Everett hadn't been happy for two seconds when Penelope's alluring lips moved slightly.

"Mom..."

Everett hadn't heard clearly what Penelope had said, he subconsciously moved his ear closer to her lips.

"Mom, you are my mom..."

Everett was both amused and frustrated. Was he being treated like a mother by her?!

He was so angry that he wanted to hit her, yet his heart was filled with warmth. It seemed that he was becoming less and less willing to let her go.

Noticing the sock around Penelope's ankle, with its obvious signs of wear and tear, he worried if she also had many scrapes on her body.

But she was too guarded against him, he was afraid, he worried that if he accidentally crossed the line, she would completely distance herself from him. In the end, he still suppressed the urge to help her remove her clothes and check her wounds.

After Penelope fell asleep, Everett had intended to go back, but he checked the time and it was already past two in the morning. He had a video conference at around six in the morning, and he didn't want to bother anymore in the middle of the night.

He lay directly on the sofa in the living room, planning to make do for the night.

The wind blew harshly. Zackary stood outside the Penelope community, like a god of death, exuding an aura of solemnity and desolation, where not a blade of grass grew.

Everett had not yet left her small apartment.

It was not until six in the morning that he saw Everett, elegant and dignified, walking out of her neighborhood from a distance.

In that moment, Zackary, who had been in the cold wind all night, felt that he was the biggest fool in the world.

They were making love passionately in the apartment, while he, as if bewitched, stood guard in the biting cold wind all night.

She was, after all, a woman of loose morals. It was perfectly normal for her to let men stay overnight. What else was he expecting!

Ridiculous, she was out partying every night, yet he still remained chaste for her. Even when Lola threw herself at him, he didn't want to touch her. He was simply the biggest fool under the heavens!

With a stern face, Zackary dialed Lola's number, "Lola, go to Silverybay Estates. We're having a baby!"