On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 232

She looked so serious, as if she were solving a critical math problem that would determine her university admission. Her focused expression was strangely adorable.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on George’s lips. He hated shopping, and he especially hated comparing items. It always felt like a waste of time and energy. He’d only used buying a tie as an excuse to see her. But now, he was grateful for that excuse. Maybe shopping wasn’t so unbearable after all.

He stood perfectly still, turning this way and that as she directed, allowing her to see the ties from every angle.

Even the saleswoman was impressed. “I’ve never seen a husband be so cooperative!”

“We’re—” Jessica started again.

“Have you decided?” George interrupted.

His question successfully diverted her attention. “I think the burgundy one suits you better.”

“We’ll take it,” he said.

“I’ll have them wrap it up,” Jessica said, pulling out her phone. “This is on me. A gift.”

George raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve helped me so many times,” she said, a little shyly. “I’ve been wanting to thank you, but I never knew what to get. Since we’re here, let me buy this for you. Consider it a small repayment for saving my life.”

He didn’t refuse. “In that case, I accept.”

“I like how straightforward you are,” she said with a smile.

After dropping her off, George drove quickly to The Kensington. As he arrived, Frank Ward was waiting by the entrance and respectfully opened his car door. “Mr. Howard is insisting on resigning, and he’s threatening to take the entire chip research team with him. I did some digging; it turns out his family members have all secured permanent residency over the last six months. His wife and kids are already settled in Canada. Now we…”

Just then, Rebecca Jones emerged from the George Estate and froze. Had she heard correctly? Did Frank Ward just call him Mr. Geo—

Mr. George?

The truth hit her like a ton of bricks. She had stumbled upon something she wasn’t supposed to know. Trying to make herself as small as possible, she inched her way toward her car.

Frank Ward also realized she had overheard and immediately fell silent.

Rebecca finally reached her car door. But before she could open it, George closed the distance between them in a few long strides. “Ms. Jones,” he said, his voice calm, “can we talk?”