Chapter 195

It was the lunch rush hour, and the elevators were packed with people.

Brandon didn't intentionally hop on the executive lift, and when it halted on the seventeenth floor, Kent caught Brandon taking a peek as the doors slid open.

It could be habit, or maybe something else. Kent figured it was probably a good idea to give Brandon a heads up that Sophia was still at the office.

"Mr. Crawley."

He called out to Brandon and was about to continue when Brandon's phone buzzed with a call.

He shot Kent a glance, but didn't start a conversation; instead, he picked up the call, shifting his focus back to the conversation at hand.

Somehow Kent suddenly understood Sophia's feelings. Every time she mustered the courage to talk with him, his phone would ring.

Knowing Brandon's ways, Kent reckoned Brandon treated Sophia no different than him; between listening to her and answering a call, Brandon always chose the latter.

Oblivious to Kent's mental gymnastics, Brandon calmly listened to the report on the other end of the line.

As the elevator doors opened, he moved with the crowd, walking and talking, his handsome face serene as ever.

staff cafeteria was at peak chaos. Thick curtains hung at the

pushed through the curtains and stepped inside. Sophia was queuing up for food, the line stretching out the door,

curtains flapped open, Sophia instinctively looked back.

eyes fixated on her with an intensity she couldn't decipher, a mix of sudden delight and

guard by his reaction, Sophia felt an all-too-familiar restraint and unease around Brandon, making even a casual hello seem

as a greeting and quietly shifted to

silence made Ivan, who was ahead of her in line, instinctively glance back. He noticed Brandon staring at Sophia, gave him a look, then turned to

Brandon and lacking the awe due to his CEO status, Ivan didn't

open, motionless at the cafeteria entrance, and approached in confusion. Spotting Sophia at

And she politely reciprocated, "You

totally slipped

project that needed discussing and sorting out, so Ms. Yearwood didn't head to the airport, and

nothing, but calmly let the curtain fall and lined

Cindy, along with Ivan and others, were casually chatting in the queue. Once Brandon joined, the

was usually quite chatty, clammed up,

his handheld game, didn't notice the sudden hush until he finished a round and looked up, curious, to find Brandon at

a look and simply grunted an acknowledgment, without

when she heard the voice and waved a friendly hello to Brandon, "Hey, Mr. Crawley, good to

but she managed to

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