Chapter 847: He makes all my nerves tingle

It was a good thing that Penny had someone maintain her place atop the Prime Group, just in case. Otherwise, spending a round of passion with her husband would have been a hassle.

"Though I have to say..." Penny stopped, tapping the vacant spot on the side of the bed. She turned to her side, where Zoren was hugging her. "This bed is a lot firmer than our bed."

Zoren chuckled, eyes closed, his chin resting on her bare shoulder. "That’s because no one’s using it. Don’t worry, it’ll get softer soon."

"Soon?"

Zoren slowly opened his eyes, gazing at her. "I can come by here every once in a while to have lunch with you."

"You mean to make me your lunch?!"

"No?" he fluttered his eyelashes ever so tenderly. "My dessert, to be exact."

Penny gasped at her husband while he chuckled in a low baritone. She moved away, only to get pulled back into his arms.

"Should we sleep here tonight?" he wondered, closing his eyes as he settled into the comfort of their position. "I don’t want to wear all those clothes again."

"Renren..." Penny called helplessly, rolling to her side until she was facing him. "How about Chunchun and Blacky? They’d be sad if we didn’t go home. Moreover, we haven’t prepared them for a night out. I’m afraid they’d throw tantrums."

And if those two threw a tantrum, it wouldn’t be good for everyone. Zoren might not get angry about having his furniture broken, but Penny felt sorry for those who were guarding the home. It would be a night of terror for them.

Zoren snapped his eyes open and drew his head back. "You’re right. We should go home."

"Hehe." Penny scooted closer, looking at him lovingly. "It’s still early, though."

"It is."

"How are you out of the office so early?"

"Because I finished my tasks ahead of time, and surprisingly, Dean is being too cooperative."

"Oh?"

"Was that strange?"

"Depends on the level of cooperation. He doesn’t like you, remember?"

Zoren thought about it for a moment and shrugged. "I don’t think he’s doing it with bad intentions."

"Are you sure?" Penny asked suspiciously. "If you’re sure, then I wouldn’t be worried."

"Yes, I am. I know him, and I know when he’s being cooperative for a reason. However, since the current project involves William, I’m sure Dean is sending help because he wants to shift his attention to William."

Penny tilted her head. "Well, if you say so, then I guess everything’s okay."

"Haha." Zoren carefully stroked her hair with his fingertips, settling them on her shoulder blades. He caressed her shoulder blade with the back of his hand, his eyes scanning the face that was just a palm’s length away from his.

He had always found himself staring at Penny, and the fact that he could now make out her facial features pleased him. Although part of him wanted to see her clearly right now, he knew he couldn’t cheat his way there.

He tried, but all he saw was an unpleasant memory of the past.

"One more?" he asked out of nowhere, which wasn’t rare between them.

"Hmm. Hehe." Penny giggled, and unlike what she expected, Zoren didn’t lean over like usual.

Instead, Zoren narrowed his eyes slightly. "Penny, are you more forthcoming today because... you heard about the financial aid?"

"Hmm?" Penny hummed a short tune and shrugged. "You could say it’s one of the reasons. I mean, I was touched when I heard how you’ve been helping her without her knowledge."

"I see." Zoren nodded in understanding. "Should I give you a list of the people I’ve helped?"

"Huh?"

He smiled, his eyes squinting. "It’s a long list." She might just ask him to take a week off so they could be locked in together. He didn’t mind.

As someone who had always been sick his whole life, he could always use the excuse of needing a general check-up or some rest for his health. But unlike his train of thought, Penny’s face twitched because she could already hear the gears turning in his head.

"Tsk." Penny slapped his chest mildly. "We’re going home, okay? Just one more, then we’ll go home."

"You sure?" he asked, leaning closer.

Penny rolled her eyes, telling herself to stand firm this time. Otherwise, they’d be going home at midnight, and she’d need to be carried.

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[Pierson Corporation]

Dean was sitting behind his desk, eyes on the monitor before him. His expression was sharp and dark, deep in thought.

Knock knock.

Even when he heard the knock on the door, he didn’t bother looking to see who it was.

"Director?" his assistant’s voice was heard, standing in front of his desk. "I’ve received the data analysis we requested..."

Everything his assistant said fell on deaf ears because he wasn’t listening. Even so, that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of her presence.

"Director—"

"If you’re done, then go." Dean waved his hand dismissively, making his assistant study his face.

Dean hadn’t taken his eyes off the computer screen. She was curious about what could be keeping him so invested, but then again, considering Zoren had announced his wife’s identity—Penny—Dean could just be focusing on things to distract himself.

"It’s almost time to go home, Director," said the assistant politely.

"You go first. Leave me alone."

The assistant pressed her lips together and bowed. Without making another sound, she walked out of the office.

As for Dean, he glanced at the door when his assistant closed it. He clicked his tongue faintly, then shifted his eyes back to the screen. It showed the profile of a person who had piqued his interest not long ago.

"Jonathan Russel... huh?" he hummed, leaning back, swinging his chair from left to right. "There’s nothing special about his credentials, but somehow... he makes all my nerves tingle."

His right brow arched higher, growing more intrigued by the person claiming to be Zoren’s half-brother. Although this news hadn’t been made public within the family and only a few knew about it, Dean already understood what this meant.

"For some unknown reason, I don’t like him... and I don’t like this feeling either."