I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 258

George immediately started pitching his property. If he could sell it for a good price, his retirement fund would be golden.

Sarah had already made it explicitly clear to him to stop delivering vegetables to her; her housekeeper would just bring groceries in the morning.

George was a practical man. The secret admirer route had failed, and since Sarah had rejected him point-blank, he figured there was no reason to hang himself on a single tree.

It didn't matter if the ladies at the community center didn't fancy him—he had found a wonderful companion, Bea, at the farmer's market.

Bea was from out of town, in a situation much like his own. Widowed and currently living with her son to help raise her grandchild.

They would walk together every day while grocery shopping, chatting along the way before heading to their respective homes to cook and clean. In the evenings, when she pushed the stroller out for a walk, he would accompany her, keeping her company.

He was a man who loved lively company, but since Gwen forbade him from playing mahjong, chatting with Bea had become his favorite pastime, second only to watching the old men play chess in the park.

At his age, what else was he looking for other than someone to talk to?

The two had been flirting for over a month, and the mutual interest was clear. Bea was just a bit shy and hadn't mentioned it to her family yet.

But George could never keep a secret when he was happy. He had bragged about it to Sarah just last month, and she had even offered him her congratulations.

On their first night at the mountain lodge, he was itching to have a late-night chat with Harold. Holding back his urge to brag about his romance was agonizing.

Harold had been chasing Sarah for so long—buying houses, sending flowers—yet Sarah still hadn't nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, he and Bea just bought groceries together, chatted a bit, and their relationship was locked in.

Who said men only had charm if they had money? Bea had fallen for his personality and inner beauty.

George pulled Harold aside, his face beaming with the smug pride of a man in his prime.

"A man really needs someone who truly cares for him and keeps him warm. Keep at it, my friend."

Sarah was a tough nut to crack. His teeth weren't what they used to be, so he knew when to retreat.

As for Harold, George was thoroughly enjoying watching a rich man suffer in the game of love.

Seeing her father looking incredibly smug as he chattered away to Harold, Gwen already guessed he was showing off his second spring.

Ever since George got together with Bea, every line of his face radiated a flashy pride; he practically wanted to flaunt it to everyone he met.

Back in their room, Gwen decided she needed to have a talk with her father.

"Dad, you know flaunting it jinxes it, right? No one is stopping you from dating Bea, but can you keep it a little low-key?"

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