I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 256

Once Sarah and Harold took Ethan out of the car, Gavin turned to Sophie, practically fishing for a compliment. "Not a bad assist from your favorite wingman, right?"

"You're the absolute best," Sophie said, drawing out the vowel with a smile.

But instead of taking Sophie home, Gavin drove them to the house Harold had bought.

"We just ate. Let's go sit on the swing for a bit."

Sophie assumed Gavin was going to push her, but to her surprise, he sat down right next to her, using his long legs to push off the ground so they could swing together.

"Can this thing hold both our weights?" Sophie asked, then pointed to her stomach, even though the baby inside was barely the size of a grape.

"I went with Harold to pick it out. It can easily hold two adults. When he bought it, he was envisioning sitting right here with Sarah."

Gavin said with absolute certainty.

Both Sophie and Gavin knew full well that Harold had bought this property specifically for Sarah. He had even hired a professional landscaper to design the courtyard exactly to her tastes.

The white camellia bushes currently budding in the yard had been handpicked by Harold from the flower market two weeks ago, all because Sarah had lingered for a few extra minutes by the white camellias at the botanical garden the day prior.

As they swung back and forth, Gavin noticed a few new camellia saplings planted in the garden.

"Did Harold buy those?"

Sophie smiled and nodded. "Other men pursue women by buying designer bags; my dad just scours the city for camellias."

"Spring is here, everything is coming back to life, and the flowers are blooming. Is Sarah really not moved at all?"

Gavin took a deep breath, taking in the refreshing scent of the camellias filling the yard. Even he felt a little swept away by the romance of it all.

He squeezed Sophie's hand tighter. Sophie's gaze trailed down from his face, noticing his shifting demeanor, and she let out a laugh. "Oh, so this is what it means to be a monk."

"A restless heart for a restless season."

Gavin did some quick mental math, then looked at Sophie with a teasing smile. "Four more weeks?"

"Feels like an eternity, doesn't it?" Sophie joked.

"You already know the answer," Gavin grumbled, pulling the hem of his suit jacket down to cover himself as he let out a long sigh.

"My mom is back."

"I'm going to head back first. You two bring Ethan home later."

"Sarah," Gavin called out, stopping her. "Sophie says her stomach is hurting a bit. I'm going to take her upstairs to lie down. Could you watch Ethan out here for a little while?"

With that, Gavin wrapped an arm around Sophie's waist, and she seamlessly played along, clutching her stomach.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" Sarah asked nervously.

"It's nothing, I just ate too much," Sophie lied, not very smoothly, her face flushing crimson.

Fortunately, it was already dark outside. Caught up in her worry, Sarah didn't notice the blush and simply instructed Gavin, "Take good care of her."

Gavin nodded solemnly. "Don't worry, Sarah, I will."

He kept his arm around Sophie as they slowly walked out of the yard. When they glanced back a moment later, Sarah was sitting on the swing with Ethan in her lap, while Harold gently pushed them from behind.

In the evening shadows, it was impossible to read the expression on Sarah's face, but under the moonlight, framed by the flowers, the scene was undeniably heartwarming.

Sophie and Gavin both wore matching, hopelessly fond smiles.