Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1208: Hijacked

One of the things that had changed in both sober and drunk Penny was that she remembered her actions regardless of her state. So, when Penny passed out, she came around just as quickly as before. However, she didn't open her eyes-she played dead.

Sober Penny drank because she thought it was only right to deal with Atlas with raw anger. Drunk Penny, however, wasn't so sure that was a good idea.

Arching a brow, Penny narrowed her eyes and stretched her neck slightly. When she did, she caught sight of Atlas napping in the aisle seat. The corner of her mouth hooked up before she peeked at her side, where Zoren was sleeping soundlessly.

Pulling down her blanket, Penny carefully slipped away without making any big movements. She didn't want to wake her husband. Once she had put a safe distance between herself and Zoren, she sat up quietly. Placing her feet down as carefully as possible, she avoided making even the slightest sound as she walked away.

Standing in the aisle, Penny glanced down at Atlas. Arching a brow, she turned her gaze toward another seat, where Hugo was also napping. Spotting a can of beer placed nearby, she nodded in satisfaction. Her lips stretched into a grin before she set her attention back on Atlas.

"You want to know the truth?" she whispered, poking his cheek until he stirred awake.

The moment Atlas regained consciousness and saw Penny gazing down at him, his brows furrowed. "Pen-"The rest of his words were swallowed as she suddenly covered his mouth. Her palm pressed against his lips, fingers stretching to his jaw.

Her grip was aggressive enough that he could feel the sting of his inner lip splitting slightly.

"Shh," she hushed, bending over until her face was only a palm's length away from his. "Hush, honey. We don't want to wake up my husband and the Sluagh, do we?"

If someone else overheard this, they might have completely misunderstood the situation. But for Atlas, a sense of dread crept up his spine. This felt like the devil whispering in his ear, warning him not to make a sound if he wanted to live.

Penny smiled at him. "You don't have to get hurt," she murmured. "Come with me and don't make a sound. Otherwise, I'll hit you."

Atlas, with her hand still over his mouth, nodded. He blinked twice, hoping she would understand that he was signaling his cooperation.

"Get up," she whispered, slowly peeling her hand away. But the moment she did, she saw him opening his mouth. Without hesitation, she shoved her hand back over his lips, pressing her fingertips against his cheek.

"You want to die?"

teeth clenching as she pressed her

sure your balls ache for the rest of

teeth clenched

removed her hand again, Atlas studied her face. He

earlier-there was

god...' he mentally sighed. 'What is she up

him and lock him in a

that Atlas wasn't resisting, Penny crooked a finger at

this, a grunting noise

Atlas silently hoping Hugo would open

was a soldier-shouldn't he be sleeping

felt safe enough to sleep

back at Atlas. "Sorry. I don't think he'll wake up, considering we're in a private craft

thin line, about to speak-until Penny placed a finger

between them. "I don't trust that you won't say something. And I swear, if you make a sound-deliberate or not-I'll throw you out first. Oh, and just in case you didn't know, I've been poking needles into the parachutes you

breath. This really was like

she urged, tilting her head in a direction.

her eyes fixed ahead. Once

are you taking

find out," she replied. "Just

and simply followed her instructions. Soon, they reached the part of the

he murmured

you need?" one of the flight attendants

a charming smile. "Actually, Brother Hugo and

"Oh?"

casting a glance around. "You should all go. My husband specifically