I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 255

The day before Sophie's birthday, Harold flew in.

Sophie was somewhat surprised. It wasn't a milestone birthday, it didn't fall on a weekend, and Gavin was away on a business trip, so she hadn't planned to celebrate. Yet Harold still booked a private dining room, insisting that every birthday should be taken seriously.

What surprised Sophie even more was that Gavin rushed back on the exact day of her birthday.

She was still at the office when she received his text: "Having lunch with you today. Wait for me."

The moment the clock struck noon, Sophie got up and headed for the elevators, already unable to suppress the smile curling her lips as she spotted his familiar figure in the restaurant.

Just last night, he was teasing her over text, saying he couldn't be with her for her birthday. "My heart belongs to science, but my soul belongs to you. I'll be swirling beakers while thinking of you."

Gavin pulled out a chair for her, and before she even sat down, she asked, "When do you have to head back?"

"I just got back, and you're already kicking me out," Gavin feigned a wounded expression.

"I'm just worried your boss will give you a hard time. It's not the weekend; what will they think if you just run off like this?"

"I worked overtime and finished everything yesterday. I'll head back first thing tomorrow morning, so it won't delay much. Harold came all this way to celebrate with you—if I didn't show up, he'd think I don't care enough about you."

Sophie's heart softened. "You must have woken up so early. Go back and catch up on some sleep after we eat."

They had agreed that Sophie would head straight from the office to the restaurant for dinner, but Gavin still went out of his way to pick her up.

Seeing Sophie playfully glaring at him, Gavin said, "I'm just trying to create an opportunity for our parents. Usually, you're the third wheel, or the two of us are glaringly in the way. How is Harold ever going to win Sarah back at this rate?"

Sophie wanted to laugh, but she caught the loophole in his logic and fired back, "Then why didn't you bring Ethan and leave that little third wheel with them?"

"How could Ethan be a third wheel? He's the catalyst," Gavin said with a proud smirk.

Sophie truly couldn't win an argument with him, but whatever lingering defiance she had melted into pure admiration the moment they stepped into the private room.

Pushing open the door, they saw Harold holding Ethan while Sarah fed the baby steamed egg. From any angle, it was a picture-perfect scene of grandparents doting on their grandchild. Beneath the harmony, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of romantic tension.

"Ethan was hungry, so we didn't wait for you," Sarah explained.

"Why not let him feed himself?" Sophie asked, glancing at the empty high chair nearby.

"I don't get to visit often, so I wanted to hold him a little longer. If he feeds himself, it gets everywhere," Harold said, lifting his gaze to look at Sarah.

Gavin cleared his throat lightly, shot Sophie a knowing look, then smiled affectionately at Ethan. "You little rascal, tiring out your grandparents again."

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