Chapter 64

Sophia got jolted awake by her phone’s alarm.

She had a class later at 4 PM and had set the alarm on purpose.

Waking up, she didn’t spot Brandon in the room, but saw the note he stuck on the door. It read in bold black marker.

“Got a thing at the office, just next door. Call me when you wake up.”

Sophia reached out and ripped the note off the door.

Brandon’s handwriting was on point, as pleasing to the eye as printed text.

Back in their school days, Sophia was always wowed by Brandon’s penmanship – a blend of envy and admiration for that effortless elegance and strength that she just couldn’t mimic.

Some folks just ace it in every little detail.

It had been a hot minute since Sophia last saw Brandon’s writing, and it was still a sight for sore eyes.

She spaced out for a sec, staring at the words on the note, then tucked it away and scanned the room The note had the time on it; he’d been out for over an hour, probably something urgent.

no sign of Brandon.

rarely went out, and when he did, it wasn’t usually for more

– alone at

front, Brandon was miles ahead of many

super sleepy, dozing off

glanced around the room, still no Brandon. Guess he hadn’t come back yet, and who knew if he was tied up with something. Knowing Brandon liked his peace when working, she didn’t call, instinctively thinking to hit him up on WhatsApp. Only when she pulled out her phone did she remember she’d deleted him from WhatsApp after their divorce, never expecting any future run-ins. But now. After a moment’s thought, she flipped his note over and scribbled on the back. “Got class this afternoon,

stuck the note on his bedroom door, quickly

Hotel was huge, tons of rooms on each floor, and Brandon had gone for the quietest, least disturbing corner suite. From

off-season. She reached the elevator and mindlessly stretched out to press the button when the doors swung

just in time but still

man’s deep, apologetic voice.

to lock eyes with Martin. It

taken aback too, his eyes resting on her face, both of them lost in a moment

still unwittingly on Sophia’s arm, sporting that same dazed look, though

both

drifted down to Martin’s hand on Sophia’s arm and he cleared

out of it, instinctively turning

belatedly realizing Martin still held her arm, instinctively tried to pull away.

on and let go. “Sorry.”

a sheepish smile. “No, I should apologize. I

gentle smile seemed to daze Martin again, his eyes helplessly drawn to her face, lost once

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