Chapter 183

Kent called a ride for Brandon and watched as he hopped into the car. Once the driver had taken off with Brandon, Kent turned to drop Sophia off.

The ride back was super quiet.

Sophia was silent.

Kent was silent, too.

When the car pulled up to Sophia's place, Kent couldn't help but look back at her and finally broke the silence, "Ms. Yearwood, Mr. Crawley's really a catch, you know."

Sophia looked up at him, "How so?"

Kent was stumped for a second, but then he thought about it seriously, "Well, he's clean as a whistle, doesn't mess around."

"That's just the bare minimum for a husband," Sophia said softly. "Most women are like that, but no one goes around saying that's what makes a good woman. Why is it that when a man meets this standard, he gets praised to high heaven, and if a woman doesn't fall for it, she's ungrateful?"

Kent was stumped again.

Maybe he was too used to seeing things from a male perspective and hadn't realized what was off about that.

To most folks, it seems like as long as a guy doesn't play the field, he's free of any serious wrongdoing and should be forgiven for whatever else he does. But many people overlook that loyalty is just the most basic expectation in a relationship.

he's handsome, has a great body, good genes, he's smart, capable, bold, responsible, and all that." Kent tried to put in a good word

top-notch," Sophia chuckled, "but

you won't fall head over heels." Sophia opened the car door, paused slightly, and then said, "Kent, Mr. Crawley is indeed a great guy. But he doesn't know how to love, or maybe I'm just not the one he wants to spend time and effort on. So no matter how great he is, it's meaningless to me. Don't

Sophia got out of the car, gave Kent a parting smile, and

love. Remembering all the

seen plenty of lovey-dovey couples and spouses,

he'd also witnessed Brandon's meltdowns and was starting to feel confused about

the ride service. Knowing that Brandon had been safely dropped off at home, he breathed a sigh

Sophia got home.

apartment was eerily quiet and

of suffocated,

kind of missed the peace and

tossed her phone on the couch and curled up

zoning out, trying not to think, but Brandon's drunken face kept popping

the kind of drunkenness that

last time she'd accidentally gotten tipsy, she wasn't

but drift over

was still some decorative booze on

Freshly bought.

a bottle, cracked it open, hesitated, and then poured herself a full glass, taking a

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