Chapter 106. Let Me Help

She lay on the living room sofa at eleven o'clock at night, but Warren still hadn't returned. Penelope got up, picked up her phone, and called him.

"Hello," his voice was low, but thankfully he didn't hang up immediately.

"When will you be back? I'm waiting for you at home," Penelope said, sitting up.

He paused and replied, "You don't have to wait for me," then hung up abruptly, leaving Penelope speechless.

Exhausted from the long flight and jet lag, she paced around the room. After a while, she noticed a light from outside and hurried downstairs.

Warren entered, wearing a black shirt with his coat draped over his arm. He'd had a haircut, and he looked incredibly sharp.

Penelope stopped a few steps away from him, not daring to approach any closer.

"What's wrong?" He took off his tie and casually discarded his coat.

Penelope tried to speak, but tears rose before the words escaped. She remembered the coldness in his eyes lately,