Chapter 53

Sophia was all thumbs as she wiped her eyes and steadied her emotions before looking up toward the doorway and calling out, “Coming!”

She got up to open the door.

“Dinner time,” Brandon announced, his gaze pausing ever so slightly when he caught sight of the redness in her eyes. He looked at her more intently.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice softening, his arm lifting in tandem as the back of his long fingers gently touched the damp corner of Sophia’s eye.

Sophia involuntarily shuddered at the touch and took a small step back.

“I’m fine,” she said softly, her warm voice tinged with a hint of nasality, “Just got carried away with a TV drama.”

Brandon gave her a look. He remembered that she wasn’t into binging series. She was a movie buff, watching all sorts from domestic to international, from drama to mystery to art films, but she seldom indulged in rom-coms.

Documentaries were her jam too, especially those about culture and history. She’d occasionally dip into TV shows, but only the ones with solid plots, like workplace dramas or thrillers. Not many could hit her right in the feels.

His eyes flicked to her phone resting on the table. He didn’t call her out on it, just raised his hand to wipe away the tear from her eye. “Let’s eat first,” he suggested quietly.

Sophia nodded gently, “Mm.”

During the meal, Brandon could tell Sophia was down in the dumps.

Her appetite was already weak due to the early stages of pregnancy, and with her mind on other things, she barely managed a few bites before feeling nauseated.

Sophia couldn’t force herself, and the more she tried to eat, the more revulsion she felt.

Finally, she had to put down her utensils and looked at Brandon, “I’m full. You can keep eating.”

He glanced at her nearly untouched bowl but didn’t push her, just nodded gently, “Alright.”

He quickly finished the food in his bowl, put down his utensils, and started cleaning up.

at him in surprise,

swiftly tidied up the dishes into the dishwasher, washed his hands, and glanced out the now-dark window before turning to Sophia in the

like a walk?”

was taken aback, “Aren’t you

still married, they’d each retreat to their own rooms after dinner, each with

He already had a fixed schedule for his workouts, and a stroll was, to him, a waste of

the sudden

he was already approaching her, “No

as ever, and as he spoke, he came to stand in front of her, glanced outside into the night,

hesitated, then nodded, “Sure,”

them strolled around

was a bustling square connected to the Lakeside Park.

mostly young couples, which made the quiet night lively and

her study after eating, so she rarely got to experience this kind of

Brandon had gone for a walk after dinner. Everything was fresh to her gaze, and the heaviness in her heart dispersed a bit

her side, his peripheral vision catching the rollerblading teens in

to shield Sophia if they came

calmly observe the surroundings and deftly shielding her from

crowd.

turning to look at

nodded lightly, “Been

too, not continuing

more either, just walked aimlessly by her

But once lust was no longer in control and rationality returned, they seemed like strangers who had just met, lacking common

or Brandon’s. She couldn’t be

know if this restraint was exclusive to Brandon or applied to

something new. She couldn’t compare and determine if the problem lay with her or with Brandon. Yet watching the carefree, laughing couples walking by

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