Chapter 43

Sophia wasn’t quite used to being under such intense scrutiny. She rose from the couch and pointed towards the back

room.

“I’m gonna hit the sack for a bit,” she whispered, then glanced over at the kitchen behind her. “If you’ve got stuff to do, go ahead and dive into it. It’s cool to grab some takeout.”

Brandon just watched her without moving. “It’s all good, I’m not tied up.”

Sophia gave a polite smile. “Appreciate it.”

Brandon forced a smile too, but didn’t respond

Sophia gave a half-hearted smile as if to say hi, then tried to walk past him.

All of a sudden, Brandon reached out and snagged her forearm.

Sophia looked back at him, puzzled.

that his eyes were deep, hidden within an abyss of

her of the one he shot her on the way back home when she mentioned Yolanda-cold and turning his head to

and temperature, they both gave her a similar

started to look up in panic, he tightened his grip around her waist, his other hand landing on her chin, gently forcing it up. Her face was tilted back involuntarily,

was happening. As she instinctively tried to pull away, the more she struggled, the harsher the kiss

the tussle, she found herself pushed up against

supported the back of her head, forcing her to tilt

push him away, but the more she pushed,

been off. The last time she saw him this reckless and fierce was the night she mentioned divorce. After they had come to an agreement, she got up to freshen up, and he suddenly erupted like this, pinning her down with a wild disregard that eventually calmed

“Brandon, stop it.”

pleading in a low voice while trying

a momentary pause in his movements. He glanced at her, with no

after that look, like last time.

icy accusation in his eyes, nor did she know what she had said or done wrong to

never seen Brandon like

was always so

eyes slightly widened due to the

bewildered and flustered

it was Sophia who couldn’t stand the pressure of his gaze

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