Chapter 13

Kent got the chills and didn’t dare to say another word, quickly making his exit.

Having been by Brandon’s side for years, he had never seen him with such intense emotional swings.

Brandon watched the office door close, chucked his phone on the desk, pulled over a chair to sit down, grabbed the mouse to wake up the computer, gave it a quick glance, then looked away

Work was the last thing on his mind.

He shoved the mouse aside, leaned over to power down the computer completely, shut it off, left the building, and drove straight home

He returned to the home he shared with Sophia after they got married.

It was a property he had bought for himself, where he lived solo before tying the knot and eventually turned into their cozy nest for two

Located in a residential area in the city center, the house boasted a fantastic river view and was conveniently close to

his office.

Brandon owned several properties, but this one was his favorite.

He enjoyed his solitude. Before getting hitched, living alone never bothered him; in fact, he relished the peace it brought. It wasn’t until he and Sophia got hitched and she moved in, on his suggestion, that the place began to feel

lived in

Sophia, like him, wasn’t keen on outsiders intruding on their space, so aside from the cleaning crew that came by for regular maintenance, they didn’t have a live-in maid

Sophia had a knack for design, and when she still lived there, Brandon could see her clever touches all over the place. But when she left, she reset everything back to how it was when she first arrived.

Brandon wasn’t sure whether to praise Sophia for her ability to flip things around easily, restoring the renovated place back to its original state, or to commend her foresight for knowing that things between them wouldn’t last, so she only made changes that were easily reversible

Or maybe, she just never planned on sticking around for the long haul.

His dark eyes grew colder at that thought.

Brandon swung open the liquor cabinet, glanced at the array of fine spirits, and randomly grabbed a bottle. He picked up the bottle opener, pried off the cap, which went flying, but he didn’t care. He took a swig straight from the bottle, then slammed it down on the dining table

he turned his

then, the doorbell

the door, silent for a

took you so long? I thought

when Yvonne Crawley’s grumbling came through, along with a

gave her a look.

but his hands reached out for the two-year-old

years his junior, but they didn’t share the same

Patricia’s biological daughter, while

because they had different mothers, even though they both inherited their father’s good looks and their mothers beauty, they didn’t quite share

in the shed, simple and easily

romantic mush

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gotten married a few years back and had a daughter, affectionately called Anna

just two, taking after Yvonne with those stunning good looks, but seemingly inheriting her mom’s

and seeing him extend his hands, she happily

was still developing,

little face. “Forget momma

more than happy to hand

a whiff of alcohol and gave Brandon a suspicious look

and took the little girl

spotted the bottle and its cap on the floor, her suspicious gaze slowly returning to his face, a mix of shock and caution “Did you and

over her. “What

clammed up, her voice shrinking. Just missed

up with Brandon, and although they weren’t super close, thanks to her obtuseness, they never felt very distant. But in the presence of her brother, who was always cold and aloof,

her attempt at being cute and shifted his gaze to the little girl in his arms, the chill

eyes softening Yvonne’s heart. She couldn’t

the words left her mouth, she saw Brandon’s expression

the room, only then realizing not only was Sophia absent, but all traces

tugged at the hem of his shirt cautiously, “What happened between you

glance was all she got in reply. “Is

head, she didn’t really have any business. She was just passing by, saw the lights on, and

taking

living room highlighted his chiseled profile, warming the chill in

years as her brother, and she never thought he liked kids that much. He had always been a loner, never keen on playing with

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