I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 204

After dinner, Kaine directed the invitation solely at Sophie, entirely abandoning the idea of bringing Luke along.

Sophie shook her head, holding up her left hand with a smile. "My fiancé doesn't like it when I drink."

It was the perfect excuse, one Sophie had used time and time again to great success.

Back when her female boss went on maternity leave, Sophie had to attend client dinners where seasoned executives loved to pressure the rookies into drinking heavily. Once she started using her fiancé's disapproval as a shield, people laughed at her, but they stopped forcing the issue.

"So boring. Women lose all their fun the second they tie the knot. I don't get why you all rush into marriage."

Kaine shook his head, sighing dramatically before walking away with his girlfriend.

"Want to find somewhere to sit?" Luke asked, turning to Sophie.

Standing in the misty rain, they each held their own umbrellas, keeping a solid three feet of distance between them.

"Gavin is already on his way. He's coming to pick me up," Sophie subtly declined.

"Have you set a date?" Luke asked.

"Not yet. We're waiting until all of this is over," Sophie replied softly.

Both she and Gavin had agreed to hold off until the trial was concluded before arranging for their parents to meet and finalize the details.

After a brief silence, Sophie pointed at Luke's head. "Are you... doing okay?"

Luke took off his cap and bowed his head. His hair had grown out to about an inch, though the scar was still faintly visible.

"Once my hair grows a little longer, it'll cover it completely."

Luke looked up, offered a small smile, and put the cap back on. "You forget, my skin has always been resilient. My wounds heal fast, and my scars fade quicker than most. You used to be so jealous of that."

During a hike once, Sophie had nearly tripped. Luke had caught her but ended up falling himself, cutting his hand on a shard of broken glass.

Sophie had blamed herself for days. Every night, she insisted on checking his wound, forbidding him from getting it wet, and practically waiting on him hand and foot when he washed his face or took a shower.

A week later, the scar was entirely gone. Looking back now, it all felt like a lifetime ago.

"That's good," Sophie murmured. Knowing he was okay put her mind at ease.

"I'm going to head out. Regardless of everything, thank you."

Sophie gave him a polite nod, said her goodbyes, and walked toward the car that had just pulled up to the curb.

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