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.

was at peak chaos. Thick curtains hung

stepped inside. Sophia was queuing up for food, the line stretching out the door, with Sophia at the very end, near the

the curtains flapped open, Sophia instinctively looked back. Their eyes met

fixated on her with an intensity she couldn't

felt an all-too-familiar restraint and unease around Brandon, making even a casual

and quietly shifted to the side,

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

and lacking the awe due to his

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

nodded lightly, "Mm-hmm." And she politely reciprocated, "You guys haven't

slipped

needed discussing and sorting

nothing, but calmly let

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

usually quite chatty, clammed

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

him a look and simply grunted an acknowledgment, without further

and waved a friendly hello to Brandon, "Hey,

office vibes, but she managed to formally address him as "Mr. Crawley" for

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