The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 517

Penelope’s car was in the hotel parking lot; she could have driven herself home. But this might be one of her few chances to spend time with Julian.

However, along the way, Julian managed to make her feel rather insecure.

“I haven’t asked you yet, what’s your name?” Julian suddenly turned, asking her with a very serious expression.

The question made Penelope’s heart ache. They were mother and son, the closest of kin, yet he didn’t even know her.

“Uh, my name is… Penelope?”

She worried about revealing her identity, but surely Theodore wouldn’t have mentioned her to their son. As expected, Julian showed no reaction to the name, but he carefully wrote it down in a notebook.

“Age?”

“…”

This felt like an interrogation. When Penelope didn’t answer, Julian looked up at her. “I hope you’ll answer me honestly. This is very important.”

“What are you trying to do?”

“Please answer the question.”

This kid was… strange, sometimes. Still, Penelope answered him, knowing he wouldn’t let it go otherwise.

“Occupation?”

“Currently unemployed.”

“Marital status?”

“Divorced.”

“Any children?”

“Two boys.”

“Family situation?”

“You…”

“Please provide a truthful account!”

Penelope paused, then gave a general overview of her family situation, omitting Theodore and Julian himself. As she spoke, Julian took notes. She was surprised to see that, for a six-year-old, he could write many words, and his handwriting was neat and clean.

When she finished, Julian reviewed his notes, then furrowed his little brow and sighed.

“Are you dissatisfied with my profile?” she couldn’t help but ask.

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