Chapter 30 Zack, We Are Done

Zackary's eyes were exceptionally red, as if he hadn't slept all night. He resembled a demon from hell drenched in blood, ready to wreak havoc on the world.

Feeling his mercilessness and rage, Penelope couldn't help but take a step back.

She instinctively hid her tightly bandaged left hand behind her. "Zack, why did you come over?"

"Penelope, you're with Lyman, aren't you? Whenever you see a man, you can't wait to hook up with him. Why the hell are you such a slut?"

Hearing Zackary's words, Penelope found it particularly absurd that he had come to Horse House early in the morning just to call her a slut.

"Zack, well, I should call you Mr. Spencer now."

"Mr. Spencer, as I said, we have nothing to do with each other now. No matter who I am with, it's none of your business. Besides, Lyman and I are just friends."

Zackary thought, "Mr. Spencer..."

Zackary was already burning with anger, and hearing her call him Mr. Spencer to sever ties with him made him even more furious.

Just now, he saw through the window that it was Lyman who had taken her back, and the two parted reluctantly.

In other words, last night, the two had been together since they left the private room.

What would happen when a man and a woman were alone together at night?

Zackary's eyes were scarlet. He found it ridiculous. He stood here and waited all night last night, only to be cuckolded once again.

"If there's nothing else, please go back. I can't open the door with you blocking my way."

Thinking of something, Penelope continued, "Mr. Spencer, I know that Horse House is yours. Don't worry. I'll definitely move out of here in half a month at the latest."

After saying this, Penelope didn't bother to pay any more attention to Zackary and took out her key to open the door.

In fact, the best way for her to make a clean break with Zackary was to find another house, but right now, every penny was very important to her, so she didn't want to spend more money.

Anyway, considering her health condition, it would be a miracle if she could last half a month. She wished she wouldn't die in his house by then.

"Moving out? To Lyman's place, or to Ralph's? Penelope, you're addicted to selling yourself, aren't you?"

Penelope was slightly dazed. She really wasn't moving to another man's place. She was going to heaven.

She didn't bother to explain it to Zackary. She just casually curved her lips. "Yes, I'm addicted to it. Mr. Spencer, say whatever you want."

"Don't you dare do that!"

Penelope was just about to close the door when Zackary violently kicked it open. Before she could react, he pinned her rudely to the door.

"You like to sell yourself, right? OK! I'll let you do it now."

Penelope maintained a smile. However, no matter how brightly she smiled, there was no joy on her face, only misanthropy and sadness from the bottom of her heart.

"Unfortunately, I'm not willing to sell myself to you."

"Penelope, say it again!"

"Mr. Spencer, I'm not willing to sell myself to you."

"Penelope!"

Zackary was completely enraged by Penelope's words. As he had done countless times before, he cruelly forced Penelope to have sex with him.

Penelope's hands, stomach, and heart hurt.

In the end, she didn't know exactly where she was aching.

The intense pain enveloped her whole body tightly. Penelope felt as if she had fallen into a net full of needles, and it hurt to breathe.

There were times when she thought she was going to die, but she told herself she had to live.

She couldn't die until she got 160 thousand dollars and accompanied Ethan through the operation, no matter how much pain she felt or how tired she was.

It hurt so much that Penelope started to hate Zackary.

She loved him, not expecting anything in return. She didn't even care about the future or her life, but she didn't want to be trampled on by him.

Penelope thought, "Zack, we are so pathetic. Obviously, we love each other so much, yet in the end, we can only hurt each other.

"We are done."

By the time Zackary let go of her, she was in so much pain that she didn't have the strength to get up from the ground.

She didn't know what the hell was wrong with her hand. The thick bandages were stained red.

Penelope hugged her injured hand and curled up in a corner in a sorry state. She was in a daze.

All she could think of was that she didn't want Zackary to see her ugly hand.

And that hand was so painful.

"Penelope, you're playing dead again, aren't you?"

Seeing that Penelope huddled in the corner, not moving at all, Zackary got cranky.

He was angry when she curried favor with him and talked back to him, and now, he was even angrier when he saw her in this half-dead state.

"Get up!"

Zackary suddenly grabbed her shoulder and lifted her face, realizing that it was covered in tears.

Zackary was extremely upset at the thought that she was crying like this because he had slept with her and she only wanted to have sex with Ralph or Lyman.

"Penelope!"

Penelope's eyelids twitched. Anticipating another torment, she hurriedly pressed herself into the corner, though there wasn't much more room to retreat. Zackary, seeing her intense dislike, grew furious.

Suddenly, he tightened his grip on her shoulder, almost crushing it. Penelope couldn't help but cringe in pain. In a dreamlike mumble, she pleaded, "Zack, don't touch me. Don't touch me...

"We're divorced. You're not my Zack anymore. You're not my Zack...

"Mr. Spencer, please spare me..."

Hearing her address him as Mr. Spencer again, Zackary narrowed his eyes dangerously. He wanted to teach her another lesson so she would realize who her man was. Then, he noticed her left hand was heavily bandaged.

The bandage was stained red with blood.

"Penelope, give me your left hand."

Seeing that he had noticed her hand, Penelope continued to shield it with her other hand. Zackary felt another wave of irritation seeing how uncooperative she was.

He seized her hand assertively. Recalling the doctor's claim that Penelope had deceitfully feigned terminal cancer, biting through a blood bag in her mouth, he couldn't help but sneer, "Another trick?"

"Don't touch me. Don't touch me..."

Penelope struggled to pull her hand away. She wanted to tell Zackary not to touch her hand, but fatigue overcame her, and she could only murmur those words.

Zackary had initially considered letting go of her hand, but witnessing her aversion to his touch, he suddenly changed his mind.

He clutched her hand and roughly removed the bandages, eager to uncover how many blood bags she had wasted on this ruse.