Chapter 427 Penelope, you are truly cruel!

Originally, Penelope's raised hand was frozen in the air. Upon hearing Zackary's voice, her arm suddenly trembled, and the wooden box in her hand uncontrollably slipped down the cliff.

Penelope's body, in an instant, felt as if it had been struck by lightning. She abruptly lowered her face, only to see, in the vast darkness of the night, that small wooden box, lightly falling, no longer traceable.

Zackary rushed to the edge of the cliff like a gust of wind, reaching out towards the bottom of the cliff, desperately trying to grab the wooden box. But in the end, he was still a step too late, he didn't catch anything.

Looking at the dense darkness below the cliff, Penelope subconsciously reached out and pressed her chest. It was so empty here, why did it still hurt so much!

She didn't want to hurt this much, but sometimes, she simply couldn't control the instincts of her body.

I was very sad, very sad.

Even so, she couldn't help but feel an urge to retrieve the box. In the end, she forced herself to stand rigidly in place, not moving an inch.

Actually, this was good too.

Originally, she just wanted to completely sever ties with Zackary, to throw away that box, to discard all their vows of eternal love, so that in their next life, they could both be strangers to each other.

For them, it was the best ending.

Penelope slowly turned her face to one side, she turned around, and then began to walk forward step by step.

"Penelope!"

Penelope had barely taken a few steps when Zackary rushed in front of her, gripping her shoulders tightly.

The place on the cliff was lit up, with large red lanterns that looked inexplicably festive. It was unclear whether it was the red from the lanterns that reflected in Zackary's eyes, but at that moment, his eyes appeared a bloody red.

"Mr. Spencer, please let go!"

The strength in Zackary's hands increased significantly. He stared unblinkingly at Penelope's calm, untroubled face. In that moment, he felt a strong urge to destroy everything, to tear her face apart, to rip her heart to shreds. That way, she wouldn't be able to hurt him anymore.

"Penelope, you were really amazing!"

So fierce, completely disregarding him, Zackary. So fierce, ruthlessly tearing all their promises to shreds!

"Mr. Spencer, whether I am capable or not seems to have nothing to do with you, please let go!"

"Penelope!"

Zackary had no intention of letting go at all. His eyes were getting redder and redder, but the light in them was getting deeper and deeper, as if he wanted to pierce through the physical barrier of this body and stab deeply into her soul.

"Penelope, you threw away our box! Penelope, you discarded our promises that were supposed to last for generations! Penelope, you woman, you are truly cruel!"

Penelope's eyelashes, long as butterfly wings, trembled. If one looked closely, they could see the mist of tears beneath her lashes, barely held back.

She took a deep breath, her voice still sounding indifferent and cold, "Mr. Spencer, in this life, the next life, and the life after that, I never want to be with you. Why can't I throw away that box?!"

Penelope exerted force with her hands, trying to break free from Zackary. In the past, his harshness towards her would upset her, but after what happened that night, his proximity would make her uncontrollably fearful.

She couldn't help but recall how he had rudely grabbed her by the neck, trying to strangle her, how he had locked her in a pitch-black dungeon, and forced her to drink a poison that turned people into the living dead!

This person, he was no longer her Zack, he was nothing more than a devil who couldn't distinguish right from wrong!

"Penelope, I forbid you from not being with me! In this life, the next life, and the life after that, you can only be my, Zackary's, woman!"

"Mr. Spencer, you're joking. You're about to be someone else's husband, and I'm about to be someone else's wife. I'm your woman? Mr. Spencer, you're confused again. Your woman is Lola!"

"As for me... Mr. Spencer, in this lifetime, I only want to be with Everett! I've fallen in love with Everett!"

"Penelope!"

Zackary roared, "I won't allow you to be with Everett! I won't allow you to take wedding photos, I won't allow you to get married!"

"You forbid? On what grounds do you forbid?! Mr. Spencer, stop saying such things. It's annoying to others, and it's annoying to yourself too!"

Zackary's gaze, burning like a fierce fire, scorched Penelope's small face. Hearing her repeatedly setting boundaries with him, he could no longer control the raging anger in his heart.

Her little mouth, the words she spoke, were truly infuriating. Zackary didn't want to continue hearing her talk about caring for other men. He abruptly leaned down and fiercely kissed her lips.

The bodies of the two fell into an embrace, under the big red lantern, a moment of endless madness ensued.

"Mr. Spencer, you let go of me!"

Treated like this by Zackary, Penelope immediately became upset.

This ancient city was closed to tourists at night, only a very few who stayed in the hotels inside were able to move around freely.

At that moment, there was indeed no one else around them. Whatever they did wouldn't be seen by others. Yet, she still didn't want to be so intimate with him.

She came here to take wedding photos with Everett, she couldn't afford to be entangled with Zackary.

"Penelope, I won't let go! Not even in the next life!"

Zackary stubbornly pinned her beneath him, the thought of her deep love for Everett, the thought of all the good things she had done for Chelsea and Lola, made him wish he could grind her to dust.

But what could he do, he truly loved her too much.

Knowing full well that she was fickle and flirtatious, knowing full well that she was heartless and cruel, he still wished to confine her in his arms, never to let go, in life or in death.

"Penelope, I won't hold a grudge against you for what happened with Aunt Chelsea, for hiring someone to kill me, for betraying me over and over, for hurting Lola. I won't hold any of it against you. Can you break up with Everett and come back to me?"

"Penelope, I hated you, but I found that I loved you even more. Penelope, don't leave me, don't leave me..."

Penelope kept telling herself that she should be cold-hearted towards Zackary. But this heart, which was part of her, could not be completely controlled by her.

Her heart, unable to restrain its trembling, was shrouded in a thick mist in the blink of an eye. Listening to Zackary's voice, so low it seemed to sink into the dust, listening to the violent beating of his heart, she almost took the initiative to hold him and never let go.

A cool breeze blew past, and her mind became instantly clear.

Couldn't go back.

Unbeknownst to them, they had already been separated by mountains and seas.

The beloved was separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas could not be leveled.

"Mr. Spencer, how many times do I have to tell you before you remember? It's been over between us for a long time!"

"Penelope, we're not over! That foolish cripple is our child, and I've said it before, as long as I don't call it quits, we're not over! Penelope, don't even think about kicking me out!"

Look, another stupid cripple...

Penelope laughed, but in the corners of her eyes and the arch of her brows, only a desolate coldness remained. "Mr. Spencer," she said, "it wasn't solely my doing, Penelope's doing, that things between us turned out this way."

"It was you, Mr. Spencer, who gradually destroyed our love! Mr. Spencer, if only you had the slightest trust in me, Penelope, things wouldn't have turned out this way between us!"