Chapter 96 He Humbly Prostrated Himself for Her

Ryany looked frustrated, he slapped his forehead hard, "Lyman, I'm sorry, it was my oversight! How could I let our beautiful lady drink alcohol!"

"Beautiful Lady Fairy, I was thoughtless, I punish myself with a drink!"

Placing the goblet back on the coffee table in front of him, Lyman dropped his carefree facade, his eyes deeply focused on Penelope. "Penelope, in front of me, you don't have to do anything you don't like, because, I'm here for everything."

Zackary was staring so hard at the high glass in front of Lyman that he almost poked a hole in it.

They indirectly kissed again!

Yes, they had kissed intimately, countless times, so what was this indirect kiss!

Moreover, Lyman said, a man should not let the woman he likes drink in front of him.

But he forced Penelope to drink with a group of old men.

The more Zackary thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Could it be, was he, Zackary, not a man?!

Especially seeing Penelope's touched look by Lyman, Zackary was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

This woman, who is as fickle as water, couldn't even resist a little sugar-coated bullet? Does it mean that any man who shows her a little kindness, she would undress and let him have his way with her?

"Zackary, Zackary, what's wrong with you?! Zackary, calm down!"

It wasn't until Ryan's voice rose by eight octaves in the box that Zackary suddenly snapped back to reality.

Unbeknownst to when, he had already crushed the goblet in his hand, and at this moment, his palm was a bright red.

Ryan was stunned by Zackary's self-harming behavior, he nervously stepped forward and pried open his hand.

Seeing the shocking wound in his palm, he exclaimed dramatically, "Zackary, what happened to you? Why did you suddenly become masochistic?"

"At noon today, I saw Devon again! Devon was completely drunk, holding a shattered wine glass in his hand. He was bleeding, and he didn't even know it! Do all you Goldwaldian men particularly enjoy self-torture?!"

Ryan fearlessly glanced again at Zackary's palm, "Zackary, can I quietly ask you a question? Do you find this self-torture, is it... particularly thrilling, particularly exciting, particularly... yes, particularly sensational?!"

Thinking about how he had lost his composure because of this woman who was nothing but trouble, Zackary's mood was already low enough. Now, with Ryany fearlessly babbling on here, his aura was even colder, to the point where not a single blade of grass could grow.

With an expressionless face, he placed a piece of broken glass into Ryan's hand, "You can try it yourself!"

Zackary was going to brutalize him again!

Ryan frantically threw away the broken glass in his hand, "Zackary, you can't be like this! There's something wrong with your mind, it needs to be treated! You're so twisted, it could curse three generations! Who would dare to have a child with you if you're like this!"

Zackary was not in the mood to chat aimlessly with Ryan here. He leaned lazily against the sofa behind him, but his body was instantly enveloped by a bone-chilling coldness. "Lyman, do you really think Penelope came here to see you?"

Penelope's heart gave a sudden jolt, the thing she feared most was still coming.

Sure enough, the next second, Zackary's disdainful gaze fell on her, "Speak! Penelope, why did you come to Lust Club!"

Penelope bit her lip in embarrassment, but she was not the type to shy away from difficulties. Suppressing the bitterness in her heart, she lifted her face and spoke to Zackary with neither humility nor arrogance, "Mr. Spencer, I implore you, help prove Corona's innocence!"

"Beg?" Zackary lifted his eyelid coolly and indifferently, "Penelope, you know it's begging! Since it's begging, show me what begging looks like!"

"I said, unless you satisfy me, wanting me to help Corona, dream on!"

Penelope bit her lip until it bled, but as the drops of bright red blood rolled down, she didn't feel any pain, she just felt cold.

It was really cold.

Every inch of my body was cold.

She had always known how despicable he was, but she still couldn't believe that he would actually make her ingratiate herself with him in front of Lyman and Ryan!

Penelope sat stiffly on the leather sofa, a misty haze shrouding her eyes. Her body was here, but her soul had long since drifted away into the realm of dreams.

Zack, I really wanted to eat ice cream, I begged you, could you let me have a bite of ice cream?

Penelope, sweetheart, Auntie's pain means she can't eat ice cream!

I didn't want it, I just wanted to eat! Zack, I really, really begged you!

Penelope, listen! Penelope, if it's something good for you, you don't have to ask, I, Zackary, would go through hell and high water to do it for you. But if it's something bad for you, even if you were to cut me into a thousand pieces, I wouldn't do a single bit of it.

Once, as good as he was to her, now his coldness was just as cruel.

Penelope turned her face away hastily, struggling to hide the tears welling up in her eyes, almost to the point of overflowing.

Once upon a time, Zack and Penelope were the happiest little lovebirds.

But the present Zackary and Penelope were a pair of monsters who could only hurt each other.

Zack, what on earth happened to us?

"What, unwilling?" Zackary's cold, piercing voice echoed in the air again, "Penelope, tonight is your last chance!"

Penelope's heart suddenly lurched. With red-rimmed eyes, she stared at Zackary. Did he mean that if she didn't appease him now, in front of Lyman and Ryan, Corona would have to leave this world in filth?!

How could he be so cruel!

"Zackary, what is this..." Ryany really couldn't stand the sudden drop in pressure in the box. He gave a dry laugh and couldn't help but speak up, trying to smooth things over.

"Zackary, you're being so petty! A real man should be able to let go! You've already broken up with Lady Fairy, why are you still deliberately making things difficult for her? Zackary, this is just too..."

Zackary shot a sharp glance, which immediately scared Ryan into shutting his mouth.

"Beg?" Lyman, who had been sitting silently on the side, suddenly spoke. Seeing Penelope's body uncontrollably shudder again, he quickly grasped her trembling little hand.

"Zackary, I beg you!" Lyman pleaded. "Please vouch for Corona, prove her innocence!"

Saying this, Lyman suddenly bent his legs and unexpectedly knelt directly on the ground.

Penelope's eyes widened abruptly, she looked at him incredulously. She knew he had always been good to her, but she never dared to think that he, the pride of the heavens, adored by all, would actually humble himself for her.

What was so special about her, Penelope?

Tears welled up in Penelope's eyes, and in the end, these tears turned into stardust.

She knew, with Lyman's one kneel, the debt she owed him in this life, even if she were to be reincarnated as a beast of burden in the next life, she could never repay.

Zackary had never imagined that Lyman would go to such lengths for Penelope. His face looked as if it had been painted with another layer of black paint. He stared intently at Penelope, as if trying to see through this shameless woman, wondering what kind of despicable means she had used to make the arrogant and unrestrained Lyman lower his noble head.

"Zackary, is this what you wanted, me begging like this?!"