Chapter 182

His icy glare was freaking her out, her hand caught in mid-air, forgetting to

struggle.

With a sharp tug on her wrist, Brandon pulled her stumbling towards him, then steadied her just before she could crash into his embrace.

He looked deep into her eyes, "Sophia?"

His voice was hoarse, tinged with uncertainty.

"Yeah, it's me," Sophia replied softly.

Brandon's gaze paused, then delved into her eyes again, "Why did you come?"

His question came in a low rasp, his voice rough from alcohol, his eyes foggy yet lucid.

Sophia couldn't tell if he was drunk or sober.

"The waiter called my cell," Sophia explained quietly, "Even if it had been a stranger, I'd have called the cops to avoid any trouble."

"Why didn't you just tell them to call the police?" Brandon pressed.

Sophia was stumped.

Seeing him unresponsive at the dinner table, she hadn't thought to ask them to call the police. She had just instinctively wanted to check on the situation.

"Sophia," Brandon's gaze was steady and serious, "I'm about to give up on you. Don't get my hopes up."

should be here soon." After saying this, she tried to pull her wrist away, attempting

coldly, his grip on

asked in a soft voice, "Brandon,

then suddenly let go of

"Okay."

nodded lightly and

the table followed by the clatter

Sophia looked back instinctively.

using the table for support, brows furrowed, clearly heavily intoxicated,

was manifesting physically, not

hand twitched at her side, wanting to

you okay?" she couldn't help

her off

he forced himself to stand and headed

steps were unsteady, and the strong smell of alcohol wafted over her as he

off by the smell,

with shaky steps, and

"this is the first time in my

like

while, Sophia heard her own raspy voice

as bad as being sober," Brandon replied, "I probably won't do something this dumb again in my

"Alcohol's

trying to

Sophia didn't respond.

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