(Penny’s POV)
Maximo leaned lazily against the doorframe, refusing to open the documents, his gaze intense and unwavering as he glared at me. “You have some nerve showing up here asking for my help, Penelope. I should throw you out right now and wash my hands off whatever it is you’re bringing to my doorstep.” He said darkly, his voice a low growl.
My heart sank at his words.
Penelope.
He hadn’t called me Dulce.
Even when he was pissed off at me, he still called me by that annoying name that I had no idea what it meant. I never thought I’d miss that name until today.
It hurt that he didn’t want to even listen to me, and I guess in a way, I deserved it, but I found my anger boiling over as I glared at him. “You don’t want to help me? That’s fine. Just tell me to my face so I can take
