Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 965

Chapter 965: What the hell is wrong with Penny?

"Penny."

"Huh?" Charles turned to his side where Haines was seated in the van. "Did you just call my daughter?"

Haines was staring at his phone, his lips evidently curling downward. When he turned to face Charles, his expression showed exhaustion, as if he were fed up with Penny’s antics.

Charles smiled. "What did my daughter do now, Haines?"

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"Hahaha!" Jessa laughed, slapping Haines’s back, making him hunch over with each slap. "Hahaha!"

"Jessi..." Allison sighed, standing near her husband and Haines’s table. "Stop slapping Haines’s back. He can’t eat his food with Grandma Pierson’s message. Slapping his back isn’t going to help."

"HAHAHA! But it’s about time!" Jessa rested her hands on Haines’s chair, wiggling her brows playfully. "You old man should find a wife. Penny’s in-law is right! You can’t stay a third wheel all your life and..."

Jessa trailed off as a glint flickered across her eyes. Her gaze landed on Charles. "And so you can stop supporting this guy’s insanity." _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

"Insanity? Hah! Jessa Cortez, between you and me — you’re insane! You belong in the asylum — ack!" Charles almost bit his tongue as a hand suddenly flew to the back of his head. When he looked up while rubbing the back of his head, his eyes turned round and wiggly as he looked at his wife. "Ali... have you not forgiven me yet?"

"Charles, it doesn’t mean that just because I’m talking to you, I’m not disappointed in you anymore," Allison huffed. ’If not for Jessa, I wouldn’t even talk to him. I’m just scared Jessa would kill him if I didn’t talk to him.’

"Ali, my honey... please forgive me just this once..."

Jessa shook her head, watching Charles beg his wife while rubbing his palms together. She then gazed down at Haines, smirking. She shamelessly invited herself to sit beside him, cupping her face with her head turned toward him.

"Whatever you’re going to say — I don’t want to hear it," said Haines, drinking from his glass of water. "I’ve lived my life alone, and I’m fine with it. I don’t need a wife."

"You lived your life alone?" Jessa arched a brow. "If so, then can you tell me where you live now?"

"..."

"Twelve years ago, whose house did you come home to?" she continued meaningfully. "You aren’t alone. You’ve been butting into Allison and Charles’s marriage for as long as everyone can remember."

"Jessi..." Allison ignored her husband and sighed. "That’s not true. Haines has always been welcome in our family and home."

Charles raised his chin and added, "That’s right!"

"But have you two never been worried about him?" Jessa returned, only to see the couple’s expressions falter a bit. "All his life, he’s been working for the family. Isn’t that why you opened your home to him?"

"If it doesn’t work, then you can always end the date nicely," Allison added persuasively. "Besides, Grandma Pierson has been worried about you. Isn’t it better to quell her worry?" — she meant everyone’s worry.