Chapter 122

Brandon took a quick glance at the photo

Sophia was in the crowd, rocking an oatmeal cocoon cashmere coat that was loose and simple, yet youthfully stylish.

She didn’t bother with a scarf, showing off a glimpse of her fair, slender neck with a well-defined collarbone, no hint of a baby bump in sight.

Her face was just as calm and obedient as ever, with a subtle intellectual vibe. Her getup was low-key, but she still managed to turn heads in the crowd.

If the kid was still around, Sophia would’ve been about 7, pushing 8 months pregnant in February, but he couldn’t tell from the photo.

“There are a few more shots,” Marian said, swiping to the next one.

It was a candid shot of the scene.

Everyone was either looking up or turning to discuss the architecture.

Sophia’s back was caught on camera too, standing alone under a tall building, gazing up at the top, her right hand pointing at something with a pen.

Even in her loose cocoon coat, you could tell she had a slim waist from the silhouette it created.

Her wrists and ankles, not hidden by the coat, were as delicate as a young girl’s.

Even though he expected it, seeing the photo still stirred a faint sense of loss in Brandon.

Marian didn’t miss the look of disappointment on his face and asked curiously, “What’s up?”

shook his head, looking at her, “Was Sophia any different

Marian said, puzzled, “It’s all the same. Classes, after-school stuff, fieldwork she was seriously into her studies, no different from

“Why do you ask?”

replied, handing back the phone,

chuckled, taking her phone

at his watch and looked back at Louis, who kept peeping out of

rush?” Louis came out with his cane, “Yolanda’s not home often, why not stay and chat?”

“Just had a bit of business

said his goodbyes to Louis, and drove off.

he bumped into Don hanging by his

“What are you

tossing and turning tonight, and I’m too choked up to sleep myself,” Don said, waving a bottle of fine liquor as Brandon exited the elevator, “We’re in the same boat, so why not have a

a look, “Why are you drowning

I am, barely started, and

not seriously into

You two

and you’ll see what will happen.”

Don grimaced.

dare try. Friends’ exes are off-limits, and even if he had the guts,

was wearing him down; he

the same woman?” Don sighed, watching as Brandon’s

on the lock, door

let himself in, followed by Don, who made himself at home, grabbing two glasses from the

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