Recommending a therapist.

/Penelope's POV/

“You better start explaining what the fuck made you pull that stunt.” He raged, I could see the storm brewing in his orbs, I looked down immediately in fear of being drowned in the tornado that was brewing in his orbs.

“Cat got your tongue? You were so confident that you would end your life and end with me 50 million dollars?” He yelled making me cower back and there was nothing I wished than being swallowed by the ground I was sitting on.

“Penelope, why did you not think of this?? You should have weighed your what-ifs options before acting rashly.” I scolded myself while fidgeting.

“We will talk about it later, or do we even need to talk about it? I'm sure you will not pull up this kind of stunt again because this should be a lesson that whatever you do or try to do, I will always be one step ahead.” He warned sternly before his phone interrupted.

“Yeah, the second room on the second floor.”

He answered while glaring and shooting daggers at me, I could feel his gaze