Beyond the Divorce

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.

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

turned and said, “Wait, what do you

Stella wanted to play with me, I wouldn’t let her sit idly by. I would give her a show since she wanted to watch

Harmony.

you considered the motive behind someone who took the initiative to talk to you?” Before entering my house, I said, “Neighbors can be helpful sometimes, not to mention we look pretty alike. I advise you to be mindful of others.”

to greet me. I hope you have a

Jitador.

knew I had left the naive Harmony with some pondering.

delighted when she saw me entering while humming. Although I couldn’t remember much of my childhood, I remember

for my visit every year, only for me to constantly disappoint them. I felt an inexplicable happiness now that I could

Park after meeting Harmony just now. However,

my daughter at home

to ask about it but never had the chance. “Mom, how did I injure my collarbone? Also, it’s strange that I can’t remember much of my

and smiled. “Why don’t you

sat up, realizing there was something more

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