Chapter 71

Sophia was kind of zoned out until the looming shadow overhead snapped her back to reality. She instinctively looked up to find Brandon right in her face. She was momentarily startled before asking him in a soft voice, “What brings you here?”

“Just had some free time and thought I’d swing by,” Brandon replied casually, taking the book from her hands. “Shall we head out?” Sophia nodded lightly, “Yeah.”

Marian had also just stepped out of the classroom. Catching sight of Brandon, she paused, then waved at him with a natural, “Hey.” That bead bracelet caught Sophia’s eye once again as Marian waved, and Sophia’s expression turned blank with confusion. When Marian noticed Sophia’s odd reaction, her waving hand hesitated and dropped, her gaze toward Sophia now tinged with wariness and defensiveness.

The guarded look made Sophia’s momentary loss of composure flash across her eyes.

She gave Marian an awkward smile.

Brandon didn’t miss the fleeting look of embarrassment and awkwardness in her eyes, nor the pause and blankness when her gaze accidentally fell on Marian’s bracelet. His hand, hanging by his side, subtly took hold of Sophia’s, gripping it firmly.

Sophia looked at him, puzzled.

Brandon wasn’t looking at her, just holding her hand tightly as he gazed calmly at Marian.

“Ms. Barlow, how much for that bracelet?” he asked.

His question left both Sophia and Marian staring at Brandon in surprise.

her brow and blurted out, “What do you

simply stated, “How much? I’ll

protectively covered the bracelet, treating

but this isn’t for

at

just because you’re loaded you can buy

cut off sharply as it met Brandon’s icy stare, her hand over the bracelet stiffening-wanting to protect it but not daring to, wanting to let go but not daring to either. The bravado she started with melted

Marian’s plea for help in her eyes, was

was standing sideways to her, shielding her behind him. She could only

kept a tight hold on her hand, his expression cool as he continued

bracelet from, but you know damn well it’s not really yours. I’m not trying

presence, her earlier defiance gone. She bit her lip,

was up to, tugged on his sleeve and whispered, “What are you

stand in front of him. His eyes didn’t leave Marian as

pressure, seemed intimidated but tried to clarify, “This really is mine. I’ve had it since I was a kid.

picture of someone

were watching, puzzled by the scene. Some hesitated, taking out their phones, perhaps considering whether to sneak a

tugged at Brandon’s hand more urgently,

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