I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 92

The two lingered on the mountain for a long time. The descent took another three hours, and by the time they returned to the city, the evening streetlights were already glowing.

"Want to come up for a bit?" Sophie asked Gavin.

"No, I better not let your mom see me looking this messy," Gavin said with a laugh, pointing at his pant legs.

His pants were splattered with mud and stained with green from brushing against the grass. His boots were still damp from stepping into the water while carrying her across the river.

"Go back and take a hot shower. You should be able to sleep really well tonight."

Gavin ruffled Sophie's short hair, resting his hand gently on the back of her neck to pull her close, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Yeah." Sophie nodded, a lump forming in her throat, but when she looked up again, she was smiling. "Get some sleep early when you get back, too."

He had known all along. He understood her abnormal behavior and dragged her out to burn off her excess energy and experience the beauty of nature, simply because he did not want her overthinking things.

That night, Sophie truly slept incredibly well. After a hot shower, she hit the mattress and fell asleep almost instantly, enjoying a dreamless night.

When she woke up the next morning, her legs were still sore, but her heart felt wonderfully light.

She stretched lazily and pulled open the curtains, letting the sunlight flood into the room.

While eating breakfast, she texted Gavin: "Did you eat breakfast yet? I can bring some down for you and catch a ride to the library."

Upon receiving Gavin's reply, Sophie ran downstairs to find him already waiting by his car.

"You're looking good," Gavin said, looking at her with a bright smile.

"Thanks to you, I slept great. Even though my legs are still killing me," Sophie replied with a radiant smile.

The driver was already waiting outside. As Harold got up to leave, Victoria yelled shrilly, "You still have the mood to go to work? What about our daughter?"

"Should I just ignore the company? You stay here and look after her."

Harold frowned, his expression etched with exhaustion.

Last night had been another nearly sleepless night.

Upon learning that the wedding was postponed, Eileen had taken a pair of scissors and shredded her wedding dress. Yesterday, she had even barged into the hospital and caused a massive scene in Luke's room.

His daughter had cried and screamed, but Luke had not said a single word. From start to finish, the expression on his face never shifted. That kind of coldness sent a chill straight down Harold's spine.

When Eileen lunged forward, grabbing Luke by the collar and screaming, "Is it because of her? Why is it okay with her, but not with me?"

There were tear stains on her lashes, making it obvious she had been crying, and scratch marks marred her arms. Harold looked up at Victoria.

"She scratched herself. Look at my arm." Victoria rolled up her sleeve, revealing two glaring scratch marks of her own. "She even scratched the maid's neck."

Harold's frown deepened further.

On his daughter's left wrist, she wore a wide leather cuff. Only a few of them knew that beneath that cuff lay rows of scars, all inflicted by Eileen herself.

"Let's send her back to France," Harold said.

"And the wedding? Eileen is already twenty-seven. If we keep dragging this out, when will it ever happen?" Victoria asked with a bitter expression.

"Did you not hear what Eileen said? Can you not imagine what kind of situation she'd be walking into if she married him?"

If that was really the case, it would be sheer mental and physical torment. Eileen would only suffer more in the future.

"What exactly is going on in Luke's head? They were so close when they were kids, how did it turn out like this now that they're adults? No, I'm going to find Eleanor and make her and Arthur talk some sense into their son."

"Nonsense! You can force a marriage, but you can't force that!" Harold snapped at her.

Both husband and wife fell silent, quietly watching Eileen, each burdened by their own heavy thoughts.