Chapter 1272 Fortunately, It's You
The next morning.
Penelope opened her eyes to a bright light.
She was momentarily stunned.
She looked at the unfamiliar place, the unfamiliar sheets, and her naked body.
Penelope's mind was shocked as she remembered being called by Finnian last night to drink with some investors.
Could it be?
Penelope didn't dare to think further.
Her delicate face turned pale instantly.
In her ears, she heard the sound of water from the bathroom. Penelope's whole body tensed up as she looked towards the bathroom.
Could the investor still be here?
She was instantly flustered, panicked, and overwhelmed with grievances.
This was the first time she had encountered such a situation.
Didn't Finnian say there wouldn't be any problems?
Why didn't he send a driver to pick her up?
How did she end up in bed with an investor she didn't know?
Penelope didn't dare to think further, tears streaming down her face.
She looked at the clothes scattered on the floor, evidence of the intense night.
Her dress was torn, the zipper at the waist completely ripped, making it unwearable.
Penelope felt utterly helpless and desperate, tears uncontrollably falling.
She felt dirty.
Defiled by an investor she didn't know.
And in such an absurd manner.
And it was Finnian who had sent her here.
Absurd, ridiculous, and pitiful.
In all her years in the entertainment industry, this was the first time Penelope cried so uncontrollably.
She didn't even know what to do next.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.
Caspian walked out, wrapped in a towel.
Water droplets flowed down Caspian's resolute jaw, past his Adam's apple, down his chest, and over his well-defined abs, disappearing into the towel.
Penelope's eyes widened.
She seemed to lose all ability to speak, to express herself.
Her mind went blank.
After the blankness passed, her lips trembled, "Caspian."
'It's you, Caspian, it's actually you.'
Penelope clutched the blanket tightly.
She couldn't form a complete sentence.
She couldn't describe her feelings at that moment, a mix of emotions.
There was excitement and joy, shock and relief, fear and panic.
But, thank goodness it was Caspian.
Thank goodness it wasn't someone else.
Thank goodness she was with Caspian last night.
Penelope's voice trembled, "Caspian, why is it you?"
She hadn't seen Caspian in a long time.
In recent years, her career had flourished, while he remained unwilling to change, continuing as an indie country music singer, writing songs, earning just a little money.
Caspian's annual earnings were even less than what Penelope made from a single endorsement.
But Penelope still thought of him often.
He was her first love, and she had feelings for Caspian.
They were each other's only support back then.
Penelope also felt guilty.
Because she had chosen a different path.
She felt guilty towards Caspian.
"It's not me, Penina. Were you expecting someone else?" Caspian's face was cold as he smiled, "Last night, if it weren't for me, you'd be in those old men's beds right now. Or do you prefer that? Did I ruin your plans?"
That name, Penina.
Made Penelope's heart skip a beat.
She hadn't heard that name in a long time.
It felt like a dream.
Penelope's face turned pale, "No, it's not."
Her fingers dug into her palms as she tried to explain, "Caspian, it's not what you think."
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