I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home-Chapter 134: You, With Your Honest Face

"Hello," Sean York said, looking at Grace Winslow and calmly extending a hand. "Planning to settle down in Coronet for good?"

Grace Winslow shook his hand. "That’s the plan for now, but I’ll have to see what my options are after graduation."

"I hear you’re at Crestwood University, Comrade Winslow? That makes us practically alumni." Sean York chuckled, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He took one out and stuck it between his lips, his eyes landing on Grace Winslow’s face. He then stopped himself from reaching for a match.

With the cigarette dangling from his lips, his voice was slightly muffled. "I’ll go with you to handle the title transfer in a bit."

"It’ll be a straight exchange—money for the property."

Grace Winslow had no objection to that.

’She had the money on her, and Quentin Colton seemed trustworthy enough. He probably wouldn’t try to pull any last-minute tricks, like suddenly jacking up the price.’

Quentin Colton didn’t arrive until two minutes past three.

He looked exhausted, his eyes rimmed with red.

When he saw Grace Winslow, he forced a smile. "Comrade Winslow, can we go handle the transfer right now? Is it possible to get the money immediately?"

"Of course," Grace Winslow nodded.

She wanted to ask about his child, but when she saw Quentin Colton’s bloodshot eyes, she held her tongue.

Andrew Aldridge, however, quietly asked a few questions, and his expression turned serious.

Sean York had come by car.

A sedan.

In this day and age, anyone who could afford a sedan was no ordinary person.

Grace’s assessment of his background shifted.

Irene Lynch and Gregory Winslow didn’t go along; they stayed home to unpack and organize.

Andrew Aldridge also stayed behind to help with the moving, so it was just Sean York driving Grace Winslow and Quentin Colton to the Property Administration Office.

Quentin Colton seemed agitated the entire way there.

Seeing his state, Grace Winslow offered him a handkerchief. "Comrade Colton, has something happened at home? You don’t seem to be in a good way."

Quentin Colton’s lips twitched into a strained smile. "I’m sorry, you have to see me like this. My daughter... her condition isn’t good."

"The doctor said it’s best to schedule her surgery for today, but I still haven’t raised enough money."

As he spoke, his smile vanished, and he began to twist his fingers anxiously.

Grace Winslow hadn’t expected that answer. She was silent for a long moment.

At the Property Administration Office, Sean York seemed to know his way around. He handled the queue, the paperwork, and the fees, then called Grace Winslow and Quentin Colton over to sign.

In less than half an hour, the title transfer was complete.

Grace Winslow took the deed, now bearing her name, and felt a small thrill of excitement.

She carefully tucked the deed away and handed the cash to Quentin Colton.

Quentin Colton didn’t even bother to count it. With a hurried word of thanks, he turned and rushed off.

You could tell he was in a desperate hurry.

The cigarette still dangling from his lips, Sean York watched Grace Winslow with a smirk. "Didn’t take you for such a good Samaritan, Comrade Winslow."

Grace Winslow pretended not to understand his comment. She paid him the fee she owed and prepared to leave.

"Let me give you a ride back, Comrade Winslow. It’s a long way, and I’d hate for you to get lost," Sean York said, stepping in front of her with his hands in his pockets.

After a moment’s thought, Grace Winslow didn’t refuse.

’A ride is better than walking all that way back myself.’

When they returned, Andrew Aldridge was still hard at work, bustling about in just an undershirt that clung to his lean, firm muscles.

Gregory Winslow and Irene Lynch were also sweating profusely.

Andrew Aldridge jumped in surprise when he saw Grace Winslow return and quickly ran inside to put on a proper shirt.

Sean York merely glanced over before leaning lazily against the doorframe. "Need me to find a few guys to help out?"

"That won’t be necessary, but thank you," Grace Winslow said politely, turning her gaze to Sean York.

Her look was a clear hint that it was time for him to go.

It was nearly dinnertime, and she had no intention of inviting Sean York to stay and eat.

But before she could usher him out, Irene Lynch chimed in warmly, "It’s Sean, right? You’ve been such a huge help to us. Why don’t you stay and have dinner with us?"

"Eat with us before you go."

At her words, Sean York turned to Grace Winslow with an unreadable half-smile.

Grace was left speechless.

But since Irene Lynch had already extended the invitation, there was nothing more she could say.

There wasn’t much food in the house.

Grace decided to go out and buy some more.

Sean York enthusiastically offered to go with her.

The state-run co-op wouldn’t have many vegetables left at this hour. Fresh produce was a hot commodity and usually sold out in the morning.

Resigned, Grace bought some eggs, then detoured to a state-run restaurant to pick up a few substantial dishes to-go.

Sean York, trailing behind her, remarked, "You’re quite generous, Comrade Winslow."

Grace knew he was referring to the extra two hundred she had given Quentin Colton.

She couldn’t be bothered to explain.

’She had already gotten a huge bargain on Quentin Colton’s house. His family was in dire straits; if she could help a little, she would. It was a way of earning good karma.’

When Grace didn’t respond, Sean York dropped the subject.

"Oh, right," Grace said after a few more steps, suddenly remembering something. She turned to Sean York. "We’re also looking to buy a storefront. Preferably somewhere with a good location and heavy foot traffic. Do you have any leads?"

Sean York’s fingers twitched with the urge to reach for a cigarette again.

He mumbled a vague affirmation.

"The price can’t be too high, though," Grace added honestly. "I’m out of money."

Sean York chuckled. "Or maybe I could set you up with an installment plan?"

Grace stopped dead in her tracks. She spun around and stared at Sean York in disbelief.

’An installment plan? In this day and age?’

’Could it be... Sean York was also reborn from the future?’

Seeing her astonished expression, Sean York rubbed the tip of his nose. "What? You think it’s an unreliable idea, too?"

"I saw it when I was studying abroad. I figure this way of buying things will catch on here sooner or later. I just want to be a pioneer."

"It’s a shame, though. A lot of people don’t get it. I’ve talked to the banks, but none of them are willing to partner with me yet."

Grace couldn’t hide her excitement. "This kind of payment method could definitely become popular here in the future! But for now, people’s spending habits are pretty conservative. The tolerance for buying on credit is still a bit low."

Grace was deliberately probing him.

But Sean York didn’t seem to react. "You have a point. The current national sentiment makes it hard for people to accept a model like this."

"But I’m not giving up."

Grace wracked her brain, trying to remember if there had been a famous tycoon named Sean York in her past life. Unfortunately, she had spent most of her time and energy on her family back then and rarely paid attention to the news. She really couldn’t recall anyone by that name.

’But with his kind of drive and vision, it’s impossible for him to have remained obscure.’

"Keep at it! I believe in you." Grace gave him a supportive fist pump.

Sean York couldn’t help but laugh. "You’re... pretty interesting, Comrade Winslow."

"Are you seeing anyone?"

Grace: "???"

’You and your innocent-looking face, Sean York! I’m here giving you my sincere encouragement, and you’re actually trying to hit on me?’

Grace rolled her eyes at him. "No. And I’m not looking. I’m a student. I have to focus on my studies."