Chapter 410 Penelope was to give herself to Mr. Murray!

Was her foot made of gold or what?

So scary!

Of course, Penelope was not willing to have the high and mighty Mr. Murray wash her feet. The feeling was as if she had blasphemed the gods, a sin she could not bear.

"Everett, no need to trouble yourself, I can make it myself."

Penelope wanted to pull her foot from his palm, but her legs were still weak. She could only reach out her hand, trying to take off her shoe by herself.

"Penelope, I am your future husband, you treating me like a stranger, it makes me very sad."

Penelope, "..."

Penelope weakly withdrew her hand, her words making it impossible for her to voice the refusals that filled her stomach.

The light in the box, with its ambiguous warm yellow, gently spilled onto him, making his silhouette even more noble.

He was half-squatting on the ground, his movements gentle, his expression devout. Penelope half-lowered her eyelids, watching the man who was a head shorter than her, a man of unparalleled nobility. At that moment, he seemed like a celestial being who had fallen to the mortal world, imbued with a thrilling worldly aura.

Such a Mr. Murray, he was irresistible to women, wasn't he?

Penelope sighed softly in her heart, it was a pity, her heart was closed, and no one could open it.

Even such a good Mr. Murray couldn't open it.

"Everett, really, it's not necessary. This will dirty your hands."

Seeing Everett remove her shoes and then start to take off her socks, Penelope hurriedly tried to pull her foot back.

Now, her legs were finally able to move freely. However, his grip was too strong, carrying an irresistible dominance, she still couldn't pull away.

She could only watch silently as he removed her socks, carefully placing her tiny feet, smaller than his palm, into a basin on the floor, allowing the warm water, carrying a faint medicinal scent, to tightly envelop her feet.

The service at Lust Club was really good. The footbath under Penelope's feet was brand new. It was said that everyday items like towels, cups, and basins would be replaced daily, so guests didn't have to worry about hygiene.

"Penelope, your feet weren't dirty."

Everett lifted his face, his eyes, exceptionally deep, like thick ink rapidly diffusing, almost sucking one's soul into them.

"Penelope, I would never find you dirty."

Saying so, Everett began to gently massage the soles of her feet.

Although Everett was the high and mighty head of the Murray family, with countless auras, he had been following Xavier since he was a child, influenced by what he saw and heard, and understood some medical skills to some extent. His massage technique was actually quite good.

Very comfortable, but even more embarrassing.

In Penelope's memory, besides Zackary, only Everett had done this kind of thing to her.

When she and Zackary were deeply in love, he often helped her soak her feet. At that time, helping her soak her feet was a privilege for him, and he enjoyed it.

Many times, as one soaked, it wasn't just the feet that ended up being soaked.

The younger Penelope truly loved Zackary, as they both liked each other. He treated her in such a way that she felt no psychological pressure at all. Moreover, she enjoyed acting spoiled and playful around him.

"Zack, the water was too hot! Were you trying to scald my feet?"

"Zack, the water was too cold! Were you trying to freeze me to death so you could get a new girlfriend?!"

Zack, who gave you such strength? Were you trying to crush my foot?!

Zack, didn't you eat? Why are you so weak!

Zack, Zack...

No matter how she nitpicked at him, he never showed a hint of displeasure or annoyance. He was always tirelessly accommodating her demands.

But finding fault with him was also a kind of fun between the two of them. No matter how well he did, she still pouted her little mouth, racking her brains to find fault with him.

In the end, he could only use his lips to silence her incessant chatter, followed by endless madness.

Interacting with different people, the feeling was truly like night and day.

When Zackary treated her like this, Penelope would laugh with her eyes crinkling in delight, her heart sweet as if she had eaten honey. But now, when Everett treated her in the same way, all she wanted was for time to pass faster, even faster, so she could escape this awkwardness.

Time seemed to have come to a standstill, she was already restless from the wait, yet Everett was still holding her foot, carefully massaging it for her.

Penelope was actually most ticklish. When Zackary was massaging her feet, she couldn't stop giggling.

He made her so ticklish, and she mischievously tickled him back in return.

Seeing him also uncomfortably itchy, she felt slightly relieved in her heart.

Everett massaged her, and the soles of her feet were also itchy, but let alone scratching him for fun, she couldn't even laugh because she felt so awkward inside.

She could only sit rigidly in place, her body tense, striving to avoid meeting his gaze.

Everett had never imagined that one day, he would be half-kneeling on the ground, devoutly and tenderly doing such a thing for a woman.

Moreover, it was done with unparalleled ease and enjoyment.

He gently caressed the soles of her feet. Her feet were truly beautifully made, small, delicate, and adorable. They were also so white and translucent that once someone grabbed them, they wouldn't want to let go.

Everett felt that he had truly gone mad. Every part of Penelope held a fatal attraction for him. If she were a deadly poison, he would still long to drink her in every day.

Having grabbed her foot, he couldn't help but want to do more.

He really didn't want to intrude on her, but as a human being, he was capable of feeling emotions, of being moved, and of being unable to restrain his feelings. He simply couldn't control himself.

Zackary stared intently at the two people inside the box.

He never imagined that Everett, such a proud person, would stoop to do such a thing to her.

This woman was really something, juggling multiple men and even managing to make the proud Everett completely devoted to her.

Could it be that Everett, like himself many years ago, would soak his feet, eventually turning into a night of endless madness, a night of spring that could not be dispelled?!

Knowing that this woman had no heart, he shouldn't have let her affect him anymore. Yet, seeing them so intimate, he was still so angry that his teeth ached.

Especially when he saw Everett gripping her ankle, he simply couldn't bear it.

"No man is truly pure," he didn't believe that Everett wouldn't do more tonight!

Zackary was so angry that his chest was heaving violently. Before he had a chance to calm down, he lifted his eyelids and found that the two people in the box had already fallen onto the soft leather sofa.

Everett's eyes turned increasingly darker, the purple halo around his pupils, like a storm brewing, quickly diffused.

He knew that Penelope had been frightened tonight, she hadn't truly opened her heart to accept him yet. He had indeed been too hasty in doing such a thing to her.

But what could he do? He was a normal man, he too had times when he couldn't control himself.

Everett's voice, deep and husky, rich and captivating, carried an ancient enchantment that was irresistible, "Penelope, I want you."