Chapter 393 Calendar

"Don't you ever get tired?" Penny asked one night, her tone sharper than she intended.

It had been three exhausting months of her weekend outings, and Ross had been there for every single one of them. 

Friday, Saturday, Sunday—no matter where she went, no matter how far she tried to run, Ross always found her. 

She had switched clubs and bars more times than she could count, but it never made a difference. 

Wherever she went, he was already there, waiting.

With Ross around, her nights were anything but peaceful. 

His presence alone was enough to scare off most men who dared approach her, his piercing gaze a warning no one wanted to test. 

But occasionally, a brave—or foolish—soul would ignore the warning signs. 

Those nights always ended in chaos. 

Ross had gotten into more than a few fistfights on her behalf, and one particularly bad night, he took on several men at once.