Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 287 Being Elusive

glanced at her and nearly laughed. After composing myself, I asked, “Oh, I see. Anything else?”

She did not expect my reaction and looked surprised. She looked me up and down before asking, “Aren’t you going to ask who I’m going with?”

“Who you go with doesn’t concern me, so why would I ask that? I’m uninterested in your affairs. Besides, I don’t understand your work. Maybe you should talk to Ivanna? She might be interested,” I remained indifferent, making her think I was bored.

“I’m going with Atlas. What do you think?” Harmony looked at me provocatively.

“Oh, wow! Is he your so–called boyfriend?” I continued to play along. “I don’t think it matters to me, but you should probably tell his cousin. She might be interested. Don’t be fooled. As your neighbor, I’ll remind you

to be more careful,”

Harmony was puzzled by my words. She froze, trying to digest my words.

I left her and approached my house’s entrance, wondering how she entered the show business. With a brain like hers, she was lucky to become famous. Still, I knew her popularity wouldn’t last.

As I was about to open the door, she turned and said, “Wait, what do you mean by that?”

me, I wouldn’t let her sit idly by. I would give her a show since

Harmony.

to talk to you?” Before entering my house, I said, “Neighbors can be helpful sometimes, not

coming to greet me. I hope you have a wonderful time in

Jitador.

even hummed a tune as I entered. I knew I had

saw me entering while humming. Although I couldn’t remember much of my childhood, I remember my parents loving

when I was with Matthew. My parents hoped for my visit every year, only for me to constantly disappoint them. I

meeting Harmony just now.

my daughter at home

to sleep, I talked to my mom while lying on her lap. Suddenly, I remembered my old collarbone injury. I had wanted to ask about it but never had the chance. “Mom, how did I injure my collarbone? Also, it’s

me and smiled. “Why don’t you remember? You fell,”

was something more to it. “I don’t remember at

fell off a motorcycle when someone sent you to school. It was your dad’s colleague who rode the bike. Don’t mention it again, okay? He didn’t do it on purpose. Forget about

remember the happy ones.”

remember the happy times either,” I pried for answers, “Can you explain what