The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 524

“You should probably leave that to your dad. He’s the one getting married, after all.”

“My dad isn’t interested in any of them.”

“How do you know?”

“I ask for his opinion on each woman, and his assessment is always the same.”

“What is it?”

Julian cleared his throat and imitated Theodore’s voice: “Don’t know her. No comment.”

Penelope could just picture Theodore saying that, utterly dismissive and indifferent.

“His ‘no comment’ means he can’t even be bothered to form an opinion, which means he has zero interest in her! And sure enough, not long after, he stops all contact with them,” Julian sighed.

“So, do you want him to get married or not?”

“Of course I do.”

“I thought you didn’t want a stepmom.”

“I definitely don’t want a stepmom, but my dad is so young and handsome. It would be a shame if he stayed a bachelor his whole life, wouldn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t go that far…”

“Furthermore, humans form pair bonds. It’s consistent with biological evolution. I don’t want my father to become an evolutionary outlier.”

Penelope chuckled. This kid’s perspective was truly one-of-a-kind.

It turned out the school had arranged for them to stay overnight at a local farmhouse, with another day of activities before returning home.

“Why didn’t you tell me we were staying overnight?” Penelope asked Julian.

Julian’s eyes darted sideways. “Didn’t I?”

“You did this on purpose!”

“It’s just one night. Is that a problem?”

Penelope sighed. “I didn’t pack anything! A change of clothes, pajamas, toiletries… not even my own sheets. I hate sleeping on other people’s bedding.”

“Yep, and she approved.”

Penelope frowned. Did Mrs. Stapleton really know it was her? And she approved?

A teacher led a few of the families toward the farmhouse, explaining the next day’s activities as they walked. As they entered the courtyard, they saw Maria’s crew driving an RV in.

The RV drove right over the wheat that the owner had laid out to dry.

The owner was clearly unhappy but didn’t say anything.

That night, they were to sleep on a large, shared sleeping platform, while Maria and her daughter stayed in the RV, taking special treatment to a whole new level.

In the middle of the night, a clap of thunder woke Penelope. At the same time, she heard voices outside.

“Hey, wake up in the RV! It’s about to rain! We need you to move your vehicle so we can bring in the grain!”

It seemed the people in the RV didn’t comply, because an argument broke out.

Julian sat up, rubbing his eyes. “We should go help. If the wheat gets wet, it’ll get moldy and sprout. They’ll be devastated.”