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...