Chapter 3 : Help Yourself

Because Warren made Penelope feel uncomfortable, although it was a long-distance flight, Penelope chose not to step out of her own room. Instead, she surfed the Internet. It wasn't until the captain's voice came on the speaker that she returned to the crowd, sat quietly, and fastened her seat belt.

When the plane landed in London, it was the most prosperous time in the city. Penelope looked out the window. The bright lights seem beautiful and gorgeous, which set off her homesickness.

She hasn't been back home in forever.

Warren quietly retracted his eyes from her profile with one hand, tapping slightly on the handrail.

When they arrived in London, Penelope did not have any autonomy. She followed Warren's arrangement completely. She tried to behave well so that she could successfully complete her own tasks.

Duncan's house lies in a quiet place amidst a noisy neighborhood.

Warren opened the door and got out of the car, Penelope followed him.

The gate was opened, and a gray-haired old man came out. He greeted Warren with a smile, and Warren saluted back.

"This lady must be Master Asher's girlfriend, right?" The old butler looked at Penelope with a generous smile.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Penelope Seinfeld." Penelope bowed slightly. The old man looked very kind, like her grandfather, who died many years ago, so she wanted to get close to him.

"Nice to meet you! Miss Seinfeld. Master Asher has specifically asked us to take good care of you. Please tell me if you need anything and make yourself at home." The old butler was very easy-going and always wore a pleasant smile.

Before Penelope could reply, Warren said, "That all comes later. Now our luggage should be taken into the house."

The butler nodded, and the servants behind came up to orderly carry the luggage.

Warren ignored her and strode onwards. Penelope can't help but keep up with him; however, she is stopped by the old butler's words. "Miss Seinfeld, your room has been cleaned. Please come with me." The old butler motioned her to another way.

"Oh, well, thank you..." Penelope felt a little lost when Warren's back disappeared from her sight.

The handsome guy didn't like her. This conclusion really hurts her.

"Are you going to pick up my uncle?" Asher asked while walking back and forth in his living room.

Sitting in the room where she is placed, Penelope joked while complaining to Asher over the phone.

"Of course not, but obviously, he despised me." Penelope clutched the sheets, and she accidentally ripped the silk apart. "Oh!"

"What are you yelling for?" Asher was scared by her.

"This, this silk, ah, is it expensive?" Penelope carefully picked up the sheets.

"Oh, it's not expensive. It may just be enough for you to live for half a year."

Penelope was stunned for a moment, "What! Why didn't you tell me that before?"

She could have bought a cotton set and sold this one!

"Don't humiliate me. If you are discovered, I will not give you the final payment." Asher is shrewd.

Penelope said with a groan, "You claimed to be a working-class person. How do you have a private plane and a personal butler at home?"

"Those belong to my uncle. They have nothing to do with me! My dad's last name is Walker, he's a digger." An archeologist is a person who excavates soil.

"What the fuck!" Penelope can't help but utter a few expletives to vent her feelings.

"Oh, calm down! Anyhow, you play your part to the best of your ability. When I get back from Egypt, you'll be free."

There was a knock outside, Penelope hurriedly hung up and ran to open the door.

A woman in her forties is standing in the doorway. She is dressed very properly with a neat updo. She introduced herself as Mrs. Brown, the maidservant of the house.

"Miss Seinfeld, Mr. Duncan wanted to have some late-night snacks. What do you want to eat?"

Late-night snacks... Penelope had a hard time when a full meal was somewhat extravagant for her, let alone having late-night snacks.

"What are they?" she asked curiously.

"Whatever you want, I will try to prepare for you." Mrs. Brown answered with a smile.

"Can I have a Shepherd's pie?"

"Of course. Please go downstairs in half an hour."

"Thank you."

Penelope closed the door and swallowed, feeling a sense of guilt rising from the bottom of her heart.

Asher will not raise her reward. Can she choose to eat more as compensation?

Half an hour later, Penelope went downstairs.

Warren sat in front of a long table, in front of him was also a Shepherd's pie, which seemed ordinary. Penelope greeted him and sat opposite him.

Mrs. Brown brought her a Shepherd's pie, followed by a glass of milk. It looked very delicious.

Warren is holding a fork. His fingers are very slender. Penelope just glanced at him and then withdrew her eyes.

The Shepherd's pie smelt good. At present, it is even more attractive than Warren. She is engrossed in the delicious food.

"Help yourself," Warren said politely. He drew back his chair, got up, and left.

Then he walked past Penelope and went upstairs.

Penelope saw that Warren was already far away. She wore her sweetest smile and asked Mrs. Brown, "May I have one more pie?"

Living with Warren is not as difficult as she expected. She thought that he would test her in every possible way. However, he seemed to have no interest in doing so. He goes off in the early morning, not returning till late at night. On the whole day, they barely meet, which is a great relief for Penelope.

One night, Penelope is drinking some lemonade while watching TV. She saw a familiar face.

"Mrs. Brown, is that Mr. Duncan?" Penelope put down the lemonade and stood up, pointing at the TV, surprised.

Mrs. Brown looked up and said, "Yes, Miss Seinfeld. I heard that Mr. Duncan is attending a signing ceremony today."

Penelope blinked, "Can a signing ceremony be reported on BBC World News?"

Mrs. Brown patiently answered, "I've seen it more than once, it's nothing special."

As a poor person, Penelope felt greatly hurt. She stared at the TV screen. The numbers in the bottom line are like a sparkling gold bar, and her eyes were amazed.

"Three hundred million... I am also struggling with a lack of higher education, why not donate it to me...?" Penelope held the remote control, muttering to herself.