The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 165

Did this kid escape from a mental hospital? Penelope wondered.

He was undeniably handsome, with flawless skin and a sweet, infectious smile. Dressed head-to-toe in pink, he looked like he’d stepped right out of a boy band. His voice was soft and melodic, but…

“Hey, kid. Come here, I have a gift for you.”

The boy blinked, his expression pure innocence. “A gift? But we’ve only just met.”

“What can I say? You’re just that charming,” Penelope said with a grin.

Apparently not the sharpest tool in the shed, he skateboarded closer.

The next second, a pained yelp filled the air.

“Ow! That hurts!”

Penelope had his ear in a firm grip. “It’s incredibly rude to walk up to a stranger, especially an elder, and tell them they’re doomed!” she said through gritted teeth.

“You’re a monster! Let me go! Seriously, that really hurts!”

“Apologize!”

“…”

“Now!”

“I’m sorry…” he whimpered, his voice laced with misery.

She snorted and finally released him, but not before giving his cheek a light pinch. It was as smooth as a baby’s skin.

“Kid, what’s your skincare routine?”

He rubbed his sore ear, looking both angry and hurt. “I was born this way. You’ll never achieve this level of perfection!”

“Looking for another lesson, are we?”

He quickly backed away. “Hmph! And here I was feeling sorry for you. Turns out you’re just as wicked as he is. You two are a perfect match!”

Penelope was completely lost. “What are you talking about?”

The boy glared at her, then his eyes widened in realization as he slapped his forehead.

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