Chapter 440 What was in the box, was ashes!

The sound of clothes tearing sharply echoed in the air, and a cool, self-mocking smile involuntarily curled up at the corner of Penelope's lips.

Look, some people are just born beasts, this, was his true intention.

"Mr. Spencer, let go of me!"

Penelope exerted her strength, however, her current physical state was completely incomparable to Zackary's. She couldn't budge him an inch.

However, his eyes, dyed with endless desire, became increasingly red and passionate.

In fact, he didn't want to scare her so intensely all at once, but her body, to him, was like the most potent poison. Once he touched it, he completely lost control.

Facing Zackary, who seemed as if he wanted to devour her, Penelope was filled with a profound sense of helplessness, followed by unspeakable humiliation and anger.

She could no longer give her whole heart to Everett, she absolutely could not betray him again!

Two people were together, trust was valuable, and sufficient loyalty was also required.

"Bang!"

Penelope raised her hand, and slapped Zackary hard across the face. She wasn't particularly strong, but for some reason, this slap was exceptionally loud. Blood seeped from the corner of Zackary's mouth.

A pang of pain flashed in Penelope's eyes, and her fingertips, too, couldn't help but tremble.

In the end, she still suppressed the urge to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips. Taking advantage of his momentary daze, she quickly wriggled out from under him, as cold and distant as a snow lotus growing on the top of a frigid mountain.

"Mr. Spencer, please respect yourself!"

Zackary remained as if petrified, maintaining an upper body leaning back position, half lying on the sofa.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. Penelope's hand had already been withdrawn, but the crisp sound of the slap still echoed in his ears, incessantly reverberating.

Her slap shattered the last shred of humble hope in his heart.

Only a deep-seated hatred remained.

At that time, Zackary was just thinking that Penelope didn't want to accept him, which hurt his heart. But he never thought about why she should accept him for all the good things he had done for her?!

Therefore, in his heart, he had never shown her any consideration, only resentment and hatred.

"Penelope, did you really look down on me, Zackary?!"

Before Penelope could speak, Zackary roared again, his eyes bloodshot, "Penelope, I'm giving you one last chance, come back to me! Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences!"

Look, here it came again.

Returning to his side was like him doing her a favor, but who cares!

"Mr. Spencer, I wouldn't force myself to stay with someone I didn't love."

"Good, good, good! Penelope, you were great!"

Zackary stiffly rose to his feet, his gaze fixed on Penelope as if he wanted to devour her alive, or as if he wanted to suddenly rush forward and snap her neck.

"Penelope, you're dead set on marrying Everett, aren't you?!"

"Penelope, for the last time in my life, I, Zackary, ask you, will you marry no one but Everett?!"

"Yes!" Penelope's eyes were resolute, her face pale, but her slightly raised chin made her look as unyielding as the verdant spring grass, unable to be broken by wind and rain.

"Good! Very good!"

Zackary stepped back, "Penelope, I only hope that you won't regret the decision you made today!"

"But Penelope, you will regret it! You will definitely regret it!"

Having said that, Zackary abruptly turned around, carrying with him a storm of emotions, and quickly headed towards the door.

When he reached the door, he saw the wooden box he had placed on the ground. Countless emotions flashed rapidly in his eyes. In the end, he still bent down and carefully picked up the wooden box.

The wooden box was held in the palm of the hand, the cracks on it becoming increasingly clear.

He painstakingly reassembled and glued the wooden box back together, truly putting in a lot of effort. But no matter how much effort he put in, the crisscrossing cracks on the reassembled wooden box could not be completely erased in the end.

This wooden box, she didn't fancy.

Why should he care anymore!

Zackary raised his hand, really wanting to smash this wooden box hard on the ground. In the end, he still withdrew his hand, holding the wooden box, and left.

Originally, his back was proud and upright. After he slammed the door of the small apartment and left, his straight back hunched over in an instant.

The storm he carried with him instantly turned into a heartbreaking silence.

It seemed as if, in the vast universe, he was the only one left, with no one to love him, no one to care about him...

Penelope was in a pretty good mood today, but after Zackary's fuss, no matter what, her mood just couldn't be lifted.

At night, she slept particularly restlessly.

She had an exceptionally long dream.

She dreamed that she and Zackary dug a large hole under the Stone of Eternity together, carefully burying the wooden box inside. They knelt in front of the Stone of Eternity, making promises for all eternity.

Peach blossoms fell in abundance, the vows were melodious and lingering.

It seemed as if it was an eternity, as if the sea had dried up and the rocks had decayed.

However, what remained of that dream was nothing but an endless blood mist. She struggled with all her might in the mist, but she could not escape no matter what.

Eventually, she saw the wooden box again. However, the box now bore signs of damage. The lid of the box slowly opened, revealing not the photo of her and Zackary entwined in a lover's knot, but a handful of ashes.

Her ashes.

As if, reminding her, her time of death was approaching.

Penelope woke up from her sleep, having dreamt all night, her head was throbbing with pain. She wanted to sleep a little longer, but when she looked at the time, it was almost six o'clock. There were several scenes to be shot early today, so she quickly got up from the bed, washed up briefly, and rushed to the set.

She arrived at the film set and finished her makeup, it was almost nine o'clock. When she got to the shooting location, she found that Zackary was surprisingly there as well.

Today, there was a scene between her and Lola. She was arrogant and domineering, and she mockingly ridiculed the female lead she played, asking her to leave the male lead.

This scene was filmed in a palace built by Gogwood.

Pavilions and towers, she and Lola stood in the middle of a courtyard with a small bridge and flowing water, full of poetic and picturesque scenery, arguing fiercely.

Penelope really liked this play, because in it, there was a scene where she slapped Lola hard.

Weston had always pursued perfection, so for this slapping scene, he certainly wouldn't let the actors just fake it, he demanded that they really hit.

Had to hit hard.

Penelope loved to slap Lola's face hard.

Lola was the heroine, naturally she had to be shrouded in the pure and virtuous aura of a heroine. She could only reason with Penelope, embodying benevolence and morality, but she couldn't fight or curse.

Penelope was the main villain, free to let loose. She was about to follow the script and slap Lola hard when she saw a flower pot suddenly falling from the third floor of the palace not far ahead, heading straight for Zackary's head!