"How do you want me to make it up to you?" Lancelot asked.
It seemed that no amount of compensation could make up for his mistake.
"You have to be good to me for the rest of your life, and you can only be good to me. You can't be with anyone else," Penelope said seriously. "You're only allowed to love me, and you must love only me."
"That's childish." Lancelot snorted coldly, the lines on his face softening a lot. The expression on his face showed that he was actually happy inside.
"Honey, say you love me." Penelope looked up at Lancelot, her face full of anticipation. It seemed that she had never heard Lancelot say he loved her.
Although she already knew it in her previous life, she just wanted to hear Lancelot say it himself.
Lancelot's ear tips turned red, and his blue, lake-like
