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

face, he turned his

the

the door, silent for a moment, then stood up

long? I thought

Yvonne Crawley’s grumbling

her a look. “What brings

dripped with annoyance, but his hands reached out for the two-year-old she

was Brandon’s sister, two years his junior,

Patricia’s biological daughter,

because they had different mothers, even though they both inherited their father’s good looks

in the shed, simple and

romantic mush

Chapter

years back and had a daughter, affectionately called

but seemingly inheriting her mom’s alrheadedness, coming off as a bit slow and not

him extend his hands, she happily reached

speech was still developing,

face. “Forget momma when

tough but was more than happy to hand over

handoff, Yvonne caught a whiff of alcohol and gave Brandon

took the little girl

suspicious gaze slowly returning to his face, a mix of

cold gaze swept over

up, her voice shrinking. Just missed you, that’s

to her obtuseness, they never felt very distant. But in the presence of her brother, who was always cold and aloof, she couldn’t help

cute and shifted his gaze to the little girl in his

She couldn’t resist poking his arm. “Brandon, if you like kids so much, why don’t you

as the words left her

not only was Sophia absent, but all traces of her ever living there

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

all she got in reply. “Is there

head, she didn’t really have any business. She was just passing

taking the two-year-old

his

liked kids that much. He had always been a loner, never keen on playing with them, except for the

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