354 The Explanation

Penelope’s hands were slightly rough. Especially her palms, which appeared dry with visible lines. Resting in her palm was a black bow hairpin—an old, common style that looked a bit worn out and loose, showing clear signs of use.

Satan furrowed his brows but didn’t move.

Penelope raised an eyebrow slightly. “Isn’t this Emily’s? Don’t you want it anymore?”

Satan remained wary. “How can I be sure whether you swapped it or not? You suddenly show up today and meet me in the Hilton. What exactly are you after?”

Penelope smiled, retracting the hairpin and holding it in her hand. “You still don’t trust me, Simon. Is it that you trust no one but Emily in this world?”

“I trust many people, but you’re not one of them,” Satan said coldly and decisively. “Penelope, I’ve been clear about my position. You know the choice you need to make. I don’t need to spell it out for you.”

Penelope’s smile froze. She looked up at the man in front of her. He was somewhat familiar but also somewhat unfamiliar. St