The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 572

"Maria just docked a month of your pay, didn't she?"

Hearing this, the assistant hesitated for a moment and slowed down.

"Besides the money, don't you want to get even?"

At those words, the assistant stopped in her tracks.

"What do you want me to do?"

....

Julian was not only independent but also incredibly self-disciplined. While Penelope was still sound asleep, the boy knocked persistently on her bedroom door.

"I need to have breakfast at seven o'clock sharp."

Penelope rubbed her sleepy eyes and saw that the boy was already dressed and holding a book, looking like he'd been up and reading for a while before finally giving up on waiting for her.

"Uh, what time is it?"

"Six-thirty."

"Only six-thirty?" In six years, she hadn't woken up at six-thirty once. The earliest she ever got up was nine.

"Um, how about I order some takeout for you?"

Julian's small brow furrowed immediately. "I don't eat takeout. I need hot milk or a warm bowl of oatmeal, and some toast. Buns or other pastries are fine too. I'm not picky."

That's not picky?

Penelope yawned several times in a row. "Alright, I'll go make something."

She quickly washed up, then hurried to the kitchen to warm up some milk and toast a slice of bread, managing to serve it to Julian right at seven o'clock.

But Julian took one sip of the milk and immediately spat it out.

"This milk is expired!"

Penelope blinked, then rushed back to the kitchen to check the date on the carton. Sure enough, it had expired several days ago. No wonder it had looked a bit off when she was heating it.

She came out scratching her head. "Uh, you can eat the toast first. I'll get you some hot water."

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