I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 239

Watching Luke retreat to his bedroom in silence, Eleanor pulled Arthur into the master bedroom.

"Wasn't that a bit too cruel to Luke?"

"How else is he going to wake up? If he keeps living in the past, he'll never be able to move forward."

It had been three years. That woman had been gone for three years, and his son was less decisive than she was.

If Luke wanted to stay trapped in his memories, Arthur was determined to shatter every reflection of the past he clung to.

Eleanor thought about it. Her husband was right, but she still couldn't help aching for her son.

Using the excuse of bringing him a glass of milk, she went to check on him.

Pushing the door open, she found Luke fully dressed on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Why are you lying down like that? Drink your milk, take a hot bath, and then go to sleep."

Luke reluctantly sat up and took the milk his mother handed him.

Sophie becoming a mother was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but it only made his heart ache more.

When they were feeding the deer on their trip, they had run into several cute children. Sophie had stared in a daze and then confessed to him self-deprecatingly, "When I was little, my dream was to be a good wife and a loving mother."

When she saw him smile, she turned her head away in frustration.

He had been such a fool back then... He had ignored every single hint Sophie gave him.

A wave of bitter sorrow washed over Luke. Her dream had finally come true—but with another man.

Seeing Luke staring blankly at his milk, Eleanor urged, "Luke, it's time to let go. You can't force things that aren't meant to be. You have to start your new life eventually."

Luke's lips twitched slightly. A new life? Sophie had also wished for him to start a new life soon. She was a woman he was no longer even allowed to miss.

Fortunately, the intense workload at the end of the year filled his schedule completely. Being consumed by work made him feel like he was still somewhat alive.

Returning from a business trip, he headed straight to the office from the airport. Dragging his suitcase, he reached the elevators just as the doors were closing. Someone inside pressed the button to hold them open.

"Hello, Mr. Lawrence!" Zoe greeted him cheerfully.

"Thank you." Luke gave her a slight nod and stepped inside.

"Did you just get back from a trip?"

Zoe saw him nod and smiled. "You're already the boss and you still work this hard. How are the rest of us supposed to survive?"

The gloomy, overcast sky earlier had just been brewing the first snow of winter.

Noticing her boss staring out the window without turning back, the secretary added, "I'll head out then, Mr. Lawrence. You should leave early too. The roads will be slippery later."

She had only been his secretary for a little over a year. Her predecessor had warned her to talk less and work more.

The boss spent most of his time with his brows slightly furrowed and rarely looked happy, but he was never overly harsh to his subordinates and never lashed out at her for no reason.

Before leaving, she couldn't resist making the suggestion.

Although she didn't know why his engagement had fallen apart, based on his demeanor, she felt he was the one who had been hurt. It naturally made her feel sympathetic.

While Luke was finishing his tasks, Eleanor called. "It's snowing. Come home early. The work will never be finished, don't ruin your health. I made a hot stew for you. I'm waiting for you."

Luke thought about it, then shut down his computer. To still have his mother worrying about him at nearly forty years old made him feel a pang of guilt.

Driving out of the underground garage, he spotted Zoe trying to flag down a cab a short distance down the road.

He pulled over and rolled down his window. "Where are you going? I'll give you a ride."

Zoe got into the car, looking incredibly grateful. "Thank you so much! I couldn't get a cab at all. You can just drop me off at the nearest subway station."