The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 518

Penelope clutched her chest. So that’s what Theodore told their son?

There was definitely some personal resentment mixed into that story!

“I previously assessed the probability of you and my uncle ending up together at thirty percent. However, after getting to know you, I believe that probability is even lower. To avoid disappointing you further, I’ll refrain from making a final judgment for now. Good luck.”

After processing the news of her own demise, Penelope looked at Julian. “I’m really curious how your dad raised you to be so…”

Bizarre!

Julian narrowed his eyes. “What about me?”

“You’re… very cute!”

“Never use ‘cute’ to describe a man. It’s the greatest insult!”

Penelope’s mouth twitched again. “You’re… very smart.”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to tell me. I already know.”

After being interrogated the whole way and taking a considerable blow to her ego, they finally arrived downstairs at Timothy’s place.

Penelope didn’t want to part with her son, but she was afraid he’d see through her. She wanted to hug him, but the boy refused, stating they weren’t familiar enough to warrant a hug.

She got out of the car reluctantly, but Julian called out to her as she was leaving.

“Can I ask you for a favor?”

Penelope nodded eagerly. “Of course, anything.”

“Go somewhere with me tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Is that a problem?”

Penelope had originally planned to head back tomorrow, but she didn’t hesitate to nod.

“Tomorrow’s fine. I have time.”

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