Chapter 65. Do You Regret Taking My Advice?

Her delicate lashes brushed against his palm like fluttering wings, light and stirring his heart.

For this kiss, a 12-hour flight was absolutely worth it. She wrapped her arms around his waist and couldn't help but smile sweetly.

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In the middle of the night, Penelope heard the sound of a car. She got up, opened the curtain, and looked down.

Warren's car left through the front gate and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Penelope walked out of her room and encountered the butler.

"Old Mr. Duncan's condition has worsened. He's in the Intensive Care Unit," the butler sighed.

"Then he..." Penelope didn't know old Mr. Duncan personally, but she was worried about Warren.

"Don't worry; he's mentally prepared for this," the butler assured her, his hands clasped behind his back.

Penelope leaned on the railing, feeling relieved.

Penelope had a restless night, and when she woke up in