Chapter 939 Confession Three Days Ago, Proposal Three Days Later?
But... maybe everyone had their own way of showing love.
He figured it wouldn't hurt to check it out. More than anything, he wanted to be with Penelope, to stay by her side.
Kelvin was completely uneasy about her running around alone.
"Alright," Penelope conceded, "but you and Monica don't exactly get along. Can you just follow us from a distance... okay?"
Kelvin's face darkened.
"Today might be a day she'll remember for the rest of her life, Kelvin. Just bear with it for a bit."
He still didn't say anything, so Penelope took his silence as agreement.
Just then, Monica's office door suddenly opened.
Penelope quickly nudged him, and Kelvin reluctantly walked away.
As Monica stepped out, she caught a glimpse of Kelvin's retreating figure. She called out, curiosity lacing her voice, "Penelope, why aren't you heading home with Mr. Davis?"
"He's got his own stuff to do, and I've got mine."
Monica was puzzled. "Stuff? Where are you going? You didn't even come to the office this morning, Penelope. You're being a bit too carefree with your job."
"I'm hanging out with you. Are you free tonight, Monica? Let's grab dinner."
Before Monica could respond, Penelope had already linked arms with her. "Come on, I've already made a reservation."
"Hey, wait..."
"It's settled."
Penelope practically dragged Monica away, not giving her any chance to protest.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Monica yawned.
In front of Monica, Penelope didn't bother with appearances.
After a moment, Penelope remarked, "You look a bit tired..."
"Yeah, after a full day of work, who wouldn't be?"
"How about putting on some makeup?"
Monica shook her head. "I'm off work. Why would I put on makeup now?"
"Just a little," Penelope insisted. "It'll look nice."
"Why would I put on makeup just to have dinner with you? It's not like we're meeting some hot guy." Monica waved her hand dismissively and yawned again. "After dinner, I'll just go home, take a bath, and sleep. No need to remove makeup."
"You never have dinner with hot guys anyway..."
Monica's competitive spirit flared up. "What do you mean by that? Are you looking down on me? I'll go out with a hot guy tomorrow night, just you wait!"
Penelope cleared her throat. "Whatever you say. If you don't want to, then don't. Just don't regret it later."
"What would I regret?"
Penelope focused on driving, not responding to her.
Monica grew suspicious.
She glanced at the rearview mirror and noticed a car following them.
Then she checked the date and realized... today was the deadline to respond to Timothy's confession!
Monica recalled Penelope's earlier comments about makeup and regret... Could it be...
"Wait a minute," Monica squinted, "Penelope, what are you up to behind my back?"
Penelope put on an innocent face. "Nothing."
"Don't act in front of me. I've known you for years. I know you too well."
"Really, nothing. What could I possibly be up to?"
Penelope swallowed nervously.
Monica stared at her. "You're not telling me the truth, are you? Are we drifting apart? Are you hiding things from me now?"
Penelope almost caved under the pressure.
But remembering Timothy's instructions, she held firm.
"Nothing, really. Stop guessing. Sit tight and don't distract me while I'm driving," Penelope said. "I'm a female driver, be careful."
Monica couldn't believe she still wouldn't spill. She rubbed her chin.
"Let me guess... Penelope, what are you doing?"
Monica started analyzing, "First, you suddenly invite me to dinner without checking my availability. Last time we had dinner after I got back from Crystal City, you had a bit too much to drink, and Kelvin caught you. He should be strict with you, not letting you casually go out for dinner, fearing you'd drink again."
"Today, you're driving... How many times have you driven since you got your license? I can count on one hand!"
"And you suggested I put on makeup. Do I look bad? Who looks fresh after a full day of work?"
"And you said I'd regret not putting on makeup. What would I regret? The biggest regret is getting on your pirate ship! No, pirate car!"
By now, the answer was clear.
"I get it," Monica pointed at her. "Penelope, are you and Timothy planning something?"
Penelope kept her eyes on the road, pretending to focus.
"Wanting me to look my best, could it be..."
Monica gasped, "Oh my God! Is Timothy going to propose?!"
There are only two times a woman regrets not wearing makeup!
One is when she's proposed to, a moment to remember forever, and she doesn't look her best!
The other is running into an ex!
Monica has always been single, so no ex-boyfriend!
So, it must be the first one!
What!
Timothy is going to propose!
Monica leaned back against the seat, stunned, her mouth half-open.
The car fell silent.
Penelope neither confirmed nor denied it.
After all... she hadn't said anything. Monica figured it out herself. Her smart brain had nothing to do with Penelope!
It wasn't something she could decide anyway!
After a while, Monica spoke, her voice trembling, "You... you need to pull over."
"We can't stop here."
"Then... find a place where we can!"
Penelope replied, "We're almost there. No need to stop, we'll just go straight there."
"I don't want to accept Timothy's proposal!" Monica shouted. "What's going on? Moving so fast? He confessed three days ago, and now he's proposing! Is he on a rocket? Besides... I haven't even responded to his confession yet, still thinking about it. How did it get to a proposal?"
"Calm down, Monica..."
"I can't calm down. Pull over!"
Penelope glanced at her. "It's not a proposal, don't overthink it."
"Not?" Monica didn't believe her. "Stop lying to me."
"Really, it's not a proposal. I promise, Timothy isn't planning to propose!"
With Penelope's assurance, Monica reluctantly believed her, though doubt still lingered in her eyes.
But she remained cautious. "Is where you're taking me related to Timothy?"
"Stop asking, I can't say." Penelope gripped the steering wheel. "You'll know when we get there. I won't harm you, and I definitely won't sell you out."
"You're harming me right now! Taking me to Timothy is like selling me out!"
Monica was frantic, pulling at her hair, looking panicked.
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