Chapter 34. It Smells Delicious

Every minute she spent with Warren was a test of her will and her limits. She really couldn't bear it.

For Penelope, the feeling of falling in love with someone was similar to an itch that demanded scratching. It made her uncomfortable when left unattended, but the more she scratched, the itchier it became. Penelope found herself firmly entrenched in the first stage, and the discomfort was palpable.

The following morning, when she awoke, she had huge black circles under her eyes, clear evidence of her ongoing battle with insomnia.

Alone in the house, she moved around like a ghost, swaying from the kitchen to the balcony. At that moment, she held a sprinkler to water a clivia plant.

"Oh!" She quickly released the sprinkler, narrowly avoiding a spill.

Aware of her disoriented state, she let out a sigh and rolled back into bed.

She needed to compensate for her lost sleep. Early mornings were not her forte.

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After breakfast at