Chapter 705
Penelope sighed.
“I’m going to be busy for a while. Very, very busy p>
She crossed her legs, adopting the posture of a powerful career woman.
“They say behind every great man is a woman supporting him. Well, I need a man… ahem, a male nanny… to look after the kids and me p>
Theodore’s eyes narrowed. “You want me to be your nanny p>
“I’ll pay you p>
“Do you think I need the money p>
“Tell me, Mr. Stapleton, how much money do you have in your pocket right now p>
Theodore pressed his lips together. He had exactly one dollar in his pocket, and she was the one who’d given it to him.
Seeing him silent, Penelope slapped her hand on the table. “Five thousand a month. Look after the kids, cook, clean. And if you keep me happy, there’ll be bonuses. How about it p>
A corner of Theodore’s mouth lifted. “Fine. I’ll do it p>
Penelope cleared her throat, stood up, and pointed to the table and the kitchen behind it. “Your duties start now. Clear the dishes, clean the kitchen, and then help the kids with their homework. I don’t tolerate slacking, so be quick and thorough. It’ll save me the trouble of yelling at you p>
Playing the part of a harsh employer, Penelope gave her instructions and then, with an air of cold superiority, went upstairs.
She kept a straight face until she was inside the study with the door closed, then broke into a mischievous grin. The great Mr. Stapleton, working as her nanny! Who would believe it? Hmph, it’s what he deserved for tricking her.
Penelope wasn’t kidding about being busy. In a couple of days, she had to attend a tech forum on intelligent robotics, and she was scheduled to give a speech. Timothy had already prepared the script for her.
In his words, he’d tried to use the simplest, most accessible vocabulary possible. But to Penelope, it was all Greek. Just understanding the technical jargon was a challenge.
She tried reading a paragraph aloud, recorded it, and sent it to Timothy for feedback.
Timothy replied quickly: “This symposium is meant to be formal and serious p>
“So, don’t make it a comedy routine p>
Penelope sighed in frustration. “I’m trying my best p>
“Theodore’s home, right? Have him help you. At least get the pronunciation right p>
Penelope slapped her forehead.
How could she forget she had an expert right here in the house? She quickly printed out the speech and went to and Theodore in the roo where the kids were doing their homework.
He was in the middle of helping Hubert with a math problem: “Mom buys fifteen
apples. You eat three. How many are left p>
“First, if you eat three, that means there are three less, right p>
Hubert nodded. “Right p>
“So, to find out how many are left, do you use addition or subtraction p>
“Subtraction p>
“Smart boy. So how do you write the equation p>
“Three minus fifteen p>
Hubert shouted with confidence, only to get a light kick from Penelope a second later.
“Use your brain for once! How can you subtract fifteen from three p>
Hubert looked at Penelope, hurt. “Why not p>
“If you subtract fifteen from three, it means bought three apples, but you ate fifteen Do you see the problem with that?
“I… I can’t eat that many p>
“Hubert p>
Penelope yelled in frustration. It was such a simple problem, and she’d gone over it with him countless times. How could he still not get it?
She had even taken him for an 40 test and the doctor had said he was normal.
Theodore shot Penelope a look before patiently turning back to Hubert.