The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 515

“Disgusting…”

The word pierced Penelope’s heart.

She already knew Theodore hated her, had known it ever since she’d decisively divorced him.

“I just saw the mayor’s daughter. It looks like she’s looking for you too.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Aren’t you going to say hello?”

“If you want to go, go. Don’t drag me along.”

“Why would I say hello? I’m not the one dating and marrying her!”

Penelope unconsciously pressed her lips together. So… he already had someone he planned to marry.

“This time, I’ll be very careful.”

“Of course, marriage requires careful consideration.”

“I won’t waste my time on someone unsuitable, someone not worth it.”

“I think Ms. Austin and you are quite compatible, in every way.”

“A foolish mistake is one you only make once.”

“What are you talking about? I’m completely lost.”

“It’s nothing. Someone will understand.”

Just then, Julian returned with a glass of water.

“Dad, you took my seat!” he said, his eyes darting around.

“Is this water for me?” Theodore narrowed his eyes.

Julian shook his head. “No.”

Theodore snorted but picked up the glass and drained it in one go.

“Dad!” Julian stomped his foot in frustration.

Theodore tapped Julian on the forehead. “I’ll have Harold take you home. Stay away from bad influences, so you don’t get corrupted by her!”

With that, Theodore glanced at the curtain before getting up and leaving.

After Theodore left, Julian quickly pulled back the curtain to find Penelope huddled there, her head bowed, looking miserable.

“Wait here, I’ll go get you another glass of water!”

“I’m going to propose to her in a few days!”

Penelope felt faint. What on earth had Theodore been teaching their son?

“Those bodyguards are probably still waiting for you at the door. How about this, I’ll walk you out. When they see me, they won’t dare to grab you.”

Before Penelope could say anything, Julian was already pulling her toward the exit.

Harold, who had been keeping a close eye on Julian, hurried after them. He was stunned when he saw Penelope.

“Mrs. Sta—”

Penelope quickly shushed him, and he remembered, snapping his mouth shut.

“Mr. Harold, this person has a thirty-percent chance of becoming my aunt, so I need to escort her home safely. Do you understand what I mean?”

Harold looked a bit bewildered but nodded.

“Yes.”

Outside the ballroom, the bodyguards were indeed still waiting. They started to move forward but stopped when they saw Julian with Penelope.

Just then, Maria, having seen Penelope leave, chased after them.