Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322: I am interested

Penny had never been on a date before, but she had seen enough to know that this was an invitation.

Cupping her cheeks, a little panic crept into her heart. "Am I his type as well?" she wondered, slapping herself for acting so shamefully.

"Penelope Bennet!" she hissed to herself, wincing. "You are already in your fifties! Don’t act like a teenager! Don’t forget who Penelope Bennet is!"

She repeated that chant three times before she snapped her eyes open. A fiery determination shone in her eyes as if she were about to enter a battlefield.

"This is Renren, and I should know better than anyone that he might mean something else," she told herself and bravely picked up her phone, ready to clear up the misunderstanding instead of dragging it out.

DING!

Just as Penny held her phone again, another message came from him.

[From: Mr. Pierson

I’m asking you on a date.]

Penny gasped, covering her mouth in shock. ’So I wasn’t mistaken?’

Feeling these emotions for the first time, she was briefly confused, shocked, and caught off guard. Penny was still in the process of dealing with this attraction she had never felt before in either of her lifetimes. Therefore, she didn’t respond immediately but instead quietly pondered what to say.

It could be as easy as a yes or a no, but both answers seemed disadvantageous to her.

Saying yes would make her look like she was attracted to him. Although that was true, she didn’t want to seem so easy! Saying no, on the other hand, would tell him she wasn’t interested, and he might just stop altogether.

"Forget it," she muttered, clearing her throat as she held her phone and typed, "Sure," which she quickly deleted in panic.

"It’s not pity, Penny, it’s not pity..." she told herself. "Facing this dilemma is the best way to do it."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, rearranging her muddled thoughts, which stemmed from her confusion. When she reopened her eyes, Penny was a lot calmer than a moment ago.

[To: Mr. Pierson

You’re asking me on a date? Why, Mr. Pierson? You don’t know me; you haven’t even seen my face.]

DING!

[From: Mr. Pierson

But you’re my wife, who has been a great help to me. Is there something wrong with wanting to get to know my wife while we’re at it?]

Penny pursed her lips and puffed her cheeks. "He keeps saying ’wife’ as if we really married willingly."

DING!

Before she could type out her response, another message came through.

[From: Mr. Pierson

This is not a forced invitation. I’m simply asking you out since we’re already married, and I want to thank you for everything up until now. It’s a little gesture of gratitude and a personal interest I have in you. Let me know when you are free and if you are interested. I’ll be waiting for your answer.]

Sent!

’Was I too direct?’ he wondered. ’I do not want her to misunderstand my intentions, though.’

’Or should I have waited until I recovered my eyesight?’ he wondered. ’I wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t interested in a blind man.’