Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 119

Vania picked the boy up and said to him, “Let’s go.”

With that, they headed out.

When they got to the entryway, the little guy gazed upon his adoptive father and the house he had lived in for five years. This was it. He would never come back ever again.

Vania carried him to where they parked their car. The little guy had seen cars on the road a long time ago. However, he never imagined he’d be able to sit in one and leave this place.

At that, his eyes darted everywhere with amazement.

Meanwhile, Vania opened the car door, wanting to put him inside, but her actions frightened him so much that he buried himself in her arms.

It wasn’t what it seemed, of course. He just reflexively wanted to back up, but being in Vania’s arms, there was nowhere he could go.

“You’re okay,” Vania said as he patted him to soothe his nerves. “This is my car, and it’ll take us home. Nothing will happen to you with me around. I’ll sit inside with you, so why don’t you give it a try?”

He no longer buried himself in Vania’s arms after being comforted. However, he still clenched onto her shirt tightly, letting her sit inside with him in her arms.

When Vania put him down on the seat, he immediately freaked out, for he had never felt such soft cushions before. The hay in the pig sty was even given to him sneakily by a neighboring lady, and it was the best cushion he ever had.

The spotless car got him somewhat restless as he feared his filthy clothes would dirty the space.

Vania knew it was already a feat for him to accept some things immediately. She told herself not to rush things and to take them one step at a time.

The empty bowls popped into her mind when she saw his chapped lips and flat stomach. It must’ve been days since he last ate anything.