Chapter 85. Do You Admit Defeat?

Grace paused on the spot. "It was my first time realizing that one could make up grand reasons for their bandwagon."

Penelope got out of bed, put the mask on in front of a mirror, and said, "I'm flattered."

Grace sighed, but she didn't hate her at all.

In the master bedroom, Warren looked at Chris sleeping in the cradle and couldn't help but think of Penelope's face.

"I don't know if you can look like her." He gently touched his son's face with a smile.

The night grew darker. Penelope looked at Grace, who was already sleeping. She quietly picked up the quilt and got out of bed.

After sleeping with a person for a long time, she began to miss his scent, so she couldn't fall asleep.

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Warren had put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling in a trance.

Then, the door of the bedroom was gently pushed open, and a light from the corridor leaked in. The light was quickly blocked behind the door when a black shad