The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 496

“But it’s so messy, it’s making me uncomfortable.”

After Timothy said something else, Julian headed toward his study.

Penelope thought he would stay in the study for a while, but he soon came out holding a laptop, turned it on, and plugged in a USB drive he was holding.

“I wanted to wait for you to get home so we could discuss the development project we’re working on together, but my dad’s waiting downstairs. You know how impatient he can be.”

“I’ve copied the program. I’ll call you to discuss it when I get home.”

Penelope hid behind the door, listening. The little guy's voice was still so childish, but he spoke with the tone of an adult, which was quite amusing.

After copying the program, Julian removed the USB drive. As he got up to leave, he couldn’t resist straightening the items on the coffee table slightly and taking the trash from the bin. Only then did he feel comfortable enough to leave.

Hearing the door close, Penelope’s heart pounded in her chest. She couldn’t stop herself from running to the window.

Looking down, she saw a black Rolls-Royce parked in front of the building.

He had to be in there.

Penelope took several deep breaths, but her heart still raced uncontrollably. She couldn't help but think back to that snowy day. He had been wearing a black overcoat, cradling the three-month-old Julian in his arms. He had given her a look colder than the ice and snow before turning and walking away into the blizzard.

He never looked back.

Julian ran downstairs and up to the car.

The car door opened, and a well-defined hand reached out, taking Julian’s small hand and pulling him inside.

Then, the car started and quickly disappeared into the night.

Penelope let out a shaky breath and walked out of the room, slumping onto the sofa.

Back at home, Julian immediately ran to his room, opened his computer, and inserted the USB drive. With a few keystrokes, he connected to Timothy’s laptop and activated its front-facing camera.

“Julian, time for bed.”

Theodore walked into Julian's room and saw him hastily shutting down the computer.

His eyes narrowed. He knew his son was up to no good.

He loosened his tie, walked over, and swooped the little boy into his arms. As Julian laughed nervously, Theodore tossed him high into the air.

“Ah, Dad, I’m going to fall!”

Julian was a timid child—afraid of the dark, heights, and bugs. He was also a neat freak, sharp-tongued, and suspicious—a whole host of fussy habits.

Just that little scare was enough for him to confess everything.

“My uncle is hiding a woman in his apartment! I think she’s his girlfriend!”