Pennelope's POV
A small smile appeared on my face as I read the message Ethan sent me a second ago.
I did not know who texted him while we were at the kitchen and why did he have to leave after breakfast, but I guess it was something important. Maybe it is about work?
Me;
There is no mosquito in my house, Ethan. I feel insulted that you think we have mosquitoes here.
I smirked before clicking the send button for Ethan.
He was acting like a baby and asking me to always check my surroundings, as he does not want anyone or anybody to touch me.
He really even had the guts to include mosquitoes in our topic right now! Which I think sounds ridiculous.
I rolled my eyes at his possessiveness. However, I could not understand myself, but deep inside, I am starting to love this side of him—
