Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1208

Chapter 1208: Hijacked

One of the things that had changed in both sober and drunk Penny was that she remembered her actions regardless of her state. So, when Penny passed out, she came around just as quickly as before. However, she didn’t open her eyes—she played dead.

Sober Penny drank because she thought it was only right to deal with Atlas with raw anger. Drunk Penny, however, wasn’t so sure that was a good idea.

Arching a brow, Penny narrowed her eyes and stretched her neck slightly. When she did, she caught sight of Atlas napping in the aisle seat. The corner of her mouth hooked up before she peeked at her side, where Zoren was sleeping soundlessly.

Pulling down her blanket, Penny carefully slipped away without making any big movements. She didn’t want to wake her husband. Once she had put a safe distance between herself and Zoren, she sat up quietly. Placing her feet down as carefully as possible, she avoided making even the slightest sound as she walked away.

Standing in the aisle, Penny glanced down at Atlas. Arching a brow, she turned her gaze toward another seat, where Hugo was also napping. Spotting a can of beer placed nearby, she nodded in satisfaction. Her lips stretched into a grin before she set her attention back on Atlas.

"You want to know the truth?" she whispered, poking his cheek until he stirred awake.

The moment Atlas regained consciousness and saw Penny gazing down at him, his brows furrowed. "Pen—" The rest of his words were swallowed as she suddenly covered his mouth. Her palm pressed against his lips, fingers stretching to his jaw.

Her grip was aggressive enough that he could feel the sting of his inner lip splitting slightly.

"Shh," she hushed, bending over until her face was only a palm’s length away from his. "Hush, honey. We don’t want to wake up my husband and the Sluagh, do we?"

If someone else overheard this, they might have completely misunderstood the situation. But for Atlas, a sense of dread crept up his spine. This felt like the devil whispering in his ear, warning him not to make a sound if he wanted to live.

Penny smiled at him. "You don’t have to get hurt," she murmured. "Come with me and don’t make a sound. Otherwise, I’ll hit you."

Atlas, with her hand still over his mouth, nodded. He blinked twice, hoping she would understand that he was signaling his cooperation.

"Get up," she whispered, slowly peeling her hand away. But the moment she did, she saw him opening his mouth. Without hesitation, she shoved her hand back over his lips, pressing her fingertips against his cheek.

"You want to die?"

Atlas shook his head, his teeth clenching as she pressed her foot against his. ’Penny, stop...’

"Try that again, and I’ll make sure your balls ache for the rest of this flight," she warned, tilting her head like an abductor taunting their hostage.

This time, Atlas kept his teeth clenched and nodded in defeat.

As Penny slowly removed her hand again, Atlas studied her face. He had caught a whiff of her breath earlier—there was no doubt she was drunk.

’Oh, god...’ he mentally sighed. ’What is she up to now?’

She wouldn’t strip him and lock him in a cage again... would she?!

Satisfied that Atlas wasn’t resisting, Penny crooked a finger at him. "Get up."

Just as she said this, a grunting noise came from Hugo’s side. Both she and Atlas turned toward him, Atlas silently hoping Hugo would open his eyes.

Hugo was a soldier—shouldn’t he be sleeping with one eye open?!

Sadly, Hugo felt safe enough to sleep soundly, ignoring the little noises around him.

Penny smirked, looking back at Atlas. "Sorry. I don’t think he’ll wake up, considering we’re in a private craft with a cabin crew who do regular checks."