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

then, the

a moment, then

you so long? I

barely opened when Yvonne Crawley’s grumbling came through,

her a look. “What

but his hands

Brandon’s sister, two years his junior, but they

daughter, while Brandon was

mothers, even though they both inherited their father’s good looks and their mothers beauty, they

the sharpest tool in the shed, simple and easily fooled, with a head

romantic mush

Chapter

a few years back

looks, but seemingly inheriting her mom’s alrheadedness, coming off as a bit slow

adored Brandon, and seeing him extend his hands, she

developing, barely managing single-syllable

“Forget momma when you see

was more than happy

a whiff of alcohol and gave Brandon

took

on the floor, her suspicious gaze slowly returning to his face,

over her. “What do

clammed up, her voice shrinking.

weren’t super close, thanks to her obtuseness, they never felt very distant. But in the presence of her

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

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

the words left her mouth, she saw Brandon’s

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

at the hem of his shirt cautiously, “What

she got in reply. “Is there a

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

didn’t bother with her anymore, taking the

the living room highlighted his chiseled

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

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