In the morning, Penelope woke up to the face of someone sleeping surreally beside her, his lips slightly ajar and his expression, calm and relaxed, his thick lashes falling gently above his cheek she almost felt jealous at how his lashes looked more lushed than hers. Although after a while, she couldn't help but feel bad with guilt, of what she was doing. In his case, he wanted her to be with him because according to him, she was his mate but HER?, she was being with him only because he was in a state to help her family. Her family were the only reason she agreed to stay with him. Deep within her she knew she wasn't the kind of girl that would be classified a gold digger but she couldn't help from feeling like one, afterall she was using him for his wealth.
She heard him sniffle and her
