Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 297

“Oh, really?”

Larry Adams perked up, catching on immediately. “What’s so unusual about that?”

Aaron, ever the obliging one, repeated what he’d just said, then wrapped it up with a flourish: “With a move this extravagant, it’s obvious Mr. Wilson’s feelings for Ms. Davis aren’t exactly pure.”

Larry shot him a look that screamed, “No kidding.” “Do we even need to talk about this? Everyone knows Walter Wilson has a thing for Ms. Davis. I even heard that after she married Smith, Walter cut all ties with her—just like that. If that’s not telling, I don’t know what is.

He was probably afraid he’d end up pining for her, getting jealous, doing something stupid. So he just went cold turkey—out of sight, out of mind.

Now, she’s divorced, single again, and what do you know, first thing, they’re back in business together.

Using work as an excuse to reconnect? Smooth. Spend enough time together, and feelings are bound to grow.”

At this, Larry slapped his knee. “And look at this—he goes out of his way to stand up for Ms. Davis against Sandra Taylor. That’s classic white knight stuff! Defending her honor, risking it all for love… If I were a woman, I’d be swooning right now.”

He finished, then turned to Dennis Williams. “Dennis, what do you think?”

Dennis took a slow sip of his coffee, his deep eyes flickering over to Larry. After a long pause, he finally spoke. “Does your English teacher know you abuse metaphors like that? Where exactly is the ‘risking it all’ part?”

“???”

Larry stared at him, baffled.

Wait, seriously? After all that, this is what you focus on???

“Does it matter? I’m asking you—if someone did all that for you, and you were a woman, wouldn’t your heart skip a beat?”

Larry was determined not to let it go.

Dennis finished his coffee, set the mug down, and replied lazily, “That’s a hypothetical that doesn’t exist. I’ll never be a woman. Next question.”

Larry: “…”

With that, his tall figure strode out of the room, phone in hand, already texting someone as he walked away…

As Dennis’s figure disappeared down the hall, Larry started rubbing his chin, his confusion morphing into a sly, knowing grin.

Just then, Aaron’s phone accidentally opened up his social feed, and he spotted a new post.

It was from Camila Davis, just a few minutes ago.

She’d probably gone back to her folks’ place with Lillian, making the rounds with family.

The video showed Lillian and their dog, Lightning, playing in the snowy yard with a bunch of cousins, busy building a snowman.

A bunch of little ones, bundled up in puffy coats, laughing and shrieking—pure chaos, pure joy.

Camila’s caption read: “Five days left—think she’ll refuse to come home with me?”