chapter 433 Stories West of the Old City

I looked at Penelope, trying to calm down the emotions in my heart, waiting for her to give me an answer. She picked up the glass of "West of the Old City" and took another sip, then nodded to me and said, "He and I have an agreement to get married." "This agreement is no longer valid. You are still my Maxwell woman. No one else can even think about it." She imitated me, stirring the coffee, and drank the remaining half of the coffee in one gulp, as if to prove with her actions that we were...