Chapter 190

Brandon stared blankly at the flight information for quite a while before finally looking up at the spick-and-span bedroom.

The empty vanity was wiped to perfection, not a speck of dust in sight.

The whole house only felt lived-in by the black suitcase in the corner and the bed with its sheets spread out.

His gaze aimlessly swept from the bedroom across the empty living room, the balcony, and finally paused in the kitchen.

The newly bought stuff was still piled up on the countertop, untouched and not yet put away.

The somewhat haphazard stacking and the sterile vibe of the house seemed out of place.

Suddenly, Brandon felt a wave of the blues wash over him.

He let out a long sigh and put Sophia's phone back where it was.

After a deep, drugged sleep, Sophia woke up feeling a bit out of sorts, like she didn't know where she was.

Blearily sitting up, she spotted Brandon on the balcony.

He had moved a chair out there at some point, sitting sideways to the sofa, gazing out, with his eyelids half-closed, lost in thought.

His handsome profile bathed in the afternoon light had a distant, detached aura, shrouded in mist, hard to read.

"Don't you need to get back to the office?"

Seeing him still there, Sophia asked softly, glancing at her phone to check the time work hours were well underway.

Brandon turned to look at her. "Awake?"

Sophia nodded. "Yeah."

Brandon got up and walked over. "Feeling any better?"

"Yeah, much," Sophia replied lightly, her eyes falling on the now-cold pasta on the table, feeling a bit guilty, "Sorry, I must've been really beat earlier. I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep."

She genuinely hadn't expected to doze off.

The dizziness was overpowering, and all she could do was close her eyes to fight it, never thinking she'd actually drift off.

"It's cool," said Brandon, heading to the kitchen, "I'll whip up another bowl for you."

With that, he was already in the kitchen, getting two more bowls of pasta ready.

Sophia watched his busy silhouette in the kitchen, her heart filled with an indescribable feeling.

She remembered how he pushed her away last night when he was drunk, telling her coldly, "Sophia, I'm letting you go too. Don't give me any hope."

But now, here he was in her kitchen, making food for her while she was sick.

Brandon brought over the freshly made pasta, Sophia was still zoning out, staring at

Brandon called out, already neatly setting the tableware in place. Sophia nodded gently and

the scent of beef was tantalizing, especially since she had barely eaten all

her good. The dizziness was gone, and her appetite

did you come

the table as he

Brandon paused mid-bite.

her. "You got sick partly because of me. It's my responsibility to

on you. I just wasn't

too, but quickly his expression turned serious. "Let's

"Yeah."

nodded and started

Brandon didn't say more.

Neither did Sophia.

the old times between

calmer, almost like old

the food, Sophia couldn't help

quietly watching her,

rest at home

the hesitation

I'm thinking of taking a few days

past her to the empty living room, then to the suitcase

puzzled about why Brandon was staring

just looked back at her. "Feeling

her

"Anything else feel off?"

head. "No, I'm much better

nodded, seeing that she indeed looked better than she had

rest. I'm heading back to

Sophia nodded. "Okay."

up to see

Brandon seemed to remember something from Wye

like this, even left him her phone number,

hadn't started, things were settling down, and Sophia's coming and going wasn't much of an

Brandon reached the door, he hesitated for a

what was

was acting odd today, his demeanor upon leaving slightly different from when he

went straight back to

saw him come in, he quickly got up to greet him.

"Yeah."

curt as he walked past

after him. "How's Ms. Yearwood?

"She's fine."

breathed a sigh of relief. "Good to

"Tomorrow, you take her."

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