Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1372

Chapter 1372: Let’s stay out of prison, please.

"He’s not wrong. I’ll kill her—kill all of them."

Silence fell between Penny and Zoren as they locked eyes with each other. Though they hadn’t been together as long as it sometimes felt, Penny knew her husband well enough to understand he meant every damn word he just said.

"I..." Penny trailed off, considering his words. "...don’t like men who kill."

Zoren remained silent, watching her closely, searching her expression. "I haven’t done it. So you can’t dislike me."

She smiled. "That’s why I’m telling you beforehand—because I don’t want to dislike you."

But hadn’t she told him before that nothing he did could ever make her leave him?

"Renren." Penny stepped closer, looking up at him with a softer expression. She couldn’t match his fire when she knew he was barely holding himself back from punishing those who, in his eyes, deserved it.

Smiling, she reached for his hand and met his gaze. "Let’s stay out of prison, please."

"What do you suggest we do?" he asked. "Penny, I understand your plan, even if you don’t explain it. But there’s no way in hell I’ll let Grandma be within their reach."

Zoren agreed with her almost all the time—but not on this. Not even if he understood.

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"I know that." Penny nodded, her smile stretching. "That’s why we’re telling her."

"Hmm?" Zoren arched a brow, watching the glint in her eyes. "If that’s the plan, why did you...?"

Penny pressed her lips together, glancing briefly in the direction Butler Hubert had gone. "I know we all trust Butler Hubert. But people’s hearts change." She turned back to Zoren. "I believe we can trust him—but there’s no harm in making sure of that. I just want to confirm that his heart hasn’t changed... or been influenced. I’m sure this won’t be a problem. Unless, of course, he’s a mole."

A moment of silence stretched between them before Zoren nodded in satisfaction. Without a word, he reached for her arm and pulled her into his embrace.

Resting his chin atop her head, he held her tightly for a moment, the tension in his body slowly dissolving. "I missed you today," he whispered. "And I’m glad you’re trying to keep us out of prison as much as you can."

Otherwise, Zoren might have executed a few people tonight.

Penny smirked against his chest, sliding her hands up his back in a soothing motion. "It’s not a nice place to stay in. Trust me." She looked up, her grin widening.

"You can kiss me if that’ll make you feel better," she said, blinking innocently.

Zoren raised his brows, staring at her misplaced innocence. After a few seconds, a slow breath escaped him, releasing the remaining tension in his body. His wife was his calm—the only person who knew him, never judged him, but would correct him when they both knew his ways were too extreme.

"You... really make me a better person, darling," he murmured, lowering his head to claim her lips.

Penny smiled against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as she rose onto her toes. She didn’t say it out loud, but she felt the same way. Being with him had made her better, too.

Because of him, her will to stay out of prison had never been stronger.

Even drunk Penny would think twice—because she wasn’t about to let some other woman take advantage of her absence.

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Later That Evening...

Zoren sat at the edge of the bed, listening to the distant sound of running water from the bathroom. His eyes drifted to the door, staring at it for a full minute. Normally, he would have joined his wife by now. He never let an opportunity to make love with his wife slip away.

Meanwhile...