I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 139

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Sophie watched Gwen and Jason shrink in the rearview mirror, straining to see if they were holding hands yet.

Unable to contain her curiosity, she unbuckled her seatbelt and kneeled on the seat to peer out the back window.

The sun was setting, casting the two figures in the distance as beautiful, glowing silhouettes against the twilight sky.

It really looked like a movie scene.

Gavin let out a soft laugh at her antics.

Sophie knew he was teasing her, and she had to admit, kneeling on the car seat to spy on her friends was a bit childish.

She sat back down and clicked her seatbelt into place. "I'm just worried about them. Gwen's too proud to admit she likes him, and Jason feels an ocean of emotion but only ever shows a drop of it."

Gavin smiled and said effortlessly, "They've both been through a lot. They'll figure out how to communicate on their own terms."

"Gwen acts like she doesn't care about anything, but she's actually incredibly sensitive. I really want them to work out. They're both such good people."

Gavin glanced at Sophie, reaching over to squeeze her hand.

The AC in the car wasn't blasting, but Sophie's hands were still a bit cold. Enveloped by Gavin's warm grip, the lingering anxiety in her chest finally settled.

Physical comfort was always more effective than words.

Sophie couldn't help but think that if Jason had just pulled Gwen into his arms instead of awkwardly trying to explain himself—using his actions to prove how much he cared—they'd probably be upstairs together right now.

When Gavin parked outside her building, Sophie asked, "Do you want to come up for a bite? My mom is watching Mia, so the apartment is empty."

The moment the words left her mouth, she realized how suggestive it sounded.

She peeked nervously at Gavin, but his expression was perfectly normal. He hadn't taken it the wrong way.

"I actually am still hungry." Gavin unbuckled his seatbelt and patted his stomach, looking at Sophie with a soft, boyish plea in his eyes.

After washing their hands, Sophie headed straight for the kitchen. She opened the fridge, scanning the ingredients. "What are you craving?"

"The Acacia Blossom Pancakes you made last time."

Sophie shot him a playful glare. Of course he'd ask for something specific.

When acacia blossoms had first come into season, she had made him steamed acacia rice and the pancakes, and he had been obsessed.

She had ended up buying a massive batch, washing them, drying them, and freezing them so he could still have his favorite meal even after the season passed.