Chapter 394 Humor

The neon lights outside cast a warm, flickering glow over the entrance, and Penny's nerves were written all over her face. 

Her hands fidgeted by her sides, and she avoided Ross's gaze, staring instead at the ground as though it might offer her some kind of solace.

In stark contrast, Ross was the embodiment of calm and confidence. 

He stood tall, his broad shoulders relaxed, his expression steady. 

To him, this night wasn't just another conquest—it was something more significant. 

He had been patient, playing the long game, and now, standing at the threshold of this moment, he was sure of one thing: tonight would be unforgettable.

As they walked through the doors, Ross placed a reassuring hand on Penny's lower back, guiding her gently but firmly. 

The small touch was enough to send a shiver down her spine, though she tried to mask it by keeping her eyes forward.