Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 650

After dinner, I brewed some coffee for Stella and Mitch. Despite our casual conversation, I was hardly engaged, my gaze constantly drifting towards the living room door. I had even left the front gate open, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the real estate agent with potential buyers.

Around three in the afternoon, the sound of a car engine shutting off signaled their arrival. I stood up and headed towards the front yard.

Outside, a red compact car was parked, from which the real estate agent emerged first, beaming at me before opening the passenger door for a man to step out.

My heart raced, hoping to catch a glimpse of a familiar face, but the man who stepped out was a complete stranger, bearing no resemblance to Neil except in gender.

Stella and Mitch stood behind me, their faces mirroring my disappointment upon seeing the newcomer.

“Ms. Finch, this is Mr. Wilson, interested in purchasing your property,” the agent introduced.

I masked my disappointment with a polite smile, extending my hand, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Wilson.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, Ms. Finch. I’m here to take a closer look at your house today,” Mr. Wilson said, shaking my hand, though I couldn't help but notice his palm was damp with sweat.

I nodded, releasing his hand, and signaled the agent to lead the way for a tour.

Observing Mr. Wilson's every move, from the way he walked to how he occasionally wiped his forehead, I found myself answering the questions he directed at the agent.

Upon reaching the second floor, Mr. Wilson paused at the sight of Serena and Brandon playing. He took out his phone, “Ms. Finch, could I take a photo of your kids? They’re just adorable, and I really like children.”

His request felt odd, but I didn't refuse. Watching him snap a photo of my kids left me feeling uneasy, yet he seemed quite pleased with himself.

After the tour, Mr. Wilson expressed no complaints and agreed on the spot to buy the house in cash, much to the agent's delight who was eager to finalize the details at his office.

Just then, Daisy, our dog, began barking excitedly, darting out of the yard before I could stop her. I chased after her, convinced she had recognized someone familiar.

It had to be Neil!

Rushing after Daisy, I was consumed by a mix of hope and excitement until Russel blocked our path, asking humorously if I was racing Daisy.

Disappointed not to find Neil, I caught my breath, “Why are you here?”

At the real estate office, without any objections from either side and understanding the need for some paperwork, I suggested, “Mr. Wilson, since I’ll be moving back to Rosemont soon, you could pay a deposit now and I’ll hand over the keys. You can move in immediately and change the locks once the payment is fully processed.”

This arrangement didn’t worry me; after all, we had the real estate agency overseeing the transaction.

Mr. Wilson hesitated before pulling out his phone, “Let me check with my wife.”

“Sure, go ahead,” I said, patiently waiting as he opted to text instead of calling. Watching him await a reply, I remained calm, knowing everything was in order.

After a couple of minutes, he confirmed, “Alright, it’s settled then!”

The deal was done, and Stella was utterly gobsmacked. On their way back, she couldn't hold it in any longer. "Rena, aren't you worried about getting duped? That guy didn't seem all that loaded. You're letting him move in just like that, aren't you concerned something sketchy might happen?"

From the moment Mr. Wilson stepped into my place, I had my eye on him. He was visibly nervous when we shook hands. His clothes weren't cheap, but they certainly weren't high-end either. Typically, someone who could afford to buy my house outright would have to be rolling in dough or come from old money. It just didn't add up - someone like that being so jittery, or dressed in mid-range garb. Plus, the way he fumbled through questions about the house told me he was a rookie in this game.

So, if he wasn't the buyer for my house, I knew who was. But that person wouldn't meet with me directly.