Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 287

Old Mr. Williams nearly choked on his coffee, scowling. “That’s not what I meant!”

Dennis Williams didn’t let up, a smirk tugging at his lips. “So now you’re getting creative with your matchmaking? Look, there’s nothing wrong with a bigger house. But if you’re really feeling lonely, I’ll just have someone bring you more birds for the garden. Fill the whole yard with them—you won’t have a moment’s peace, how’s that?”

Mr. Williams rolled his eyes so hard you’d think they’d get stuck. “Are you trying to drive me crazy with all that noise?”

He couldn’t hold back a sigh. “But seriously, what’s wrong with Camila Lee? You act like she’s the plague. She’s got a PhD from Oxford, looks like a movie star, classy as they come, and her family’s one of the top ten in Cabinda. You two are a perfect match!”

Dennis glanced away, his voice cool, “Perfect match? That’s not how I see it. Family, background, looks—those are just surface-level things. I don’t care about any of that.”

“So what do you care about, then?”

Mr. Williams pressed, frustration clear in his tone.

Dennis frowned, thoughtful, but didn’t answer.

Seeing that expression, Mr. Williams threw up his hands. “Fine. Even if you’re not interested, can’t you at least give her a chance? Love can grow, you know!”

“Not interested in wasting my time,” Dennis shot back without hesitation.

Now Mr. Williams was really getting heated. “And hanging around with those army buddies all day isn’t a waste? Sometimes I regret ever sending you to that church retreat! Sure, you came back healthy, but now you’re all cold and detached…”

He peered closer, lowering his voice. “Tell me the truth, did that priest fill your head with crazy ideas? Is it those rosary beads you keep clutching, huh? Take them off, right now!”

Back when Dennis lost his mother as a kid, he’d been sent to a church retreat to recover. Afterward, he’d become quiet, withdrawn—hard to reach.

Now, here he was, a young man in his prime, showing zero interest in women. How could that be right?

The more Mr. Williams thought about it, the angrier he got. He lunged forward, aiming to snatch the rosary from Dennis’s wrist.

Dennis dodged easily, a faint grin on his face.

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