Chapter 223

Ivan didn't back down; instead, he returned Brandon a similarly icy stare, "And who are you, directing me to let go?"

As soon as he finished, everyone's eyes darted to Brandon, all a bit lost as to what the heck was going on-especially Zachary.

It wasn't his first time trying to set up a get-together for Sophia and Brandon, but every time they seemed as if they barely knew each other. Forget normal chit- chat, there wasn't even a sharing of glances, but now.

His puzzled gaze fell on Brandon's firm grip on Sophia's hand, then slowly rose to his cold, handsome face.

Brandon didn't show any sign of anger, nor did he back down in the face of Ivan's challenge; he simply met his gaze with composure, "And what gives you the authority to stop me?"

Ivan was stumped, his eyes instinctively shifting to Sophia.

Sophia pursed her lips apologetically at Ivan:

"Ivan, thank you."

Her grateful whisper came with a slight twist of her arm, the universal sign for "let go," which couldn't be clearer.

Ivan's eyes were full of complex emotions as he looked at her, but he slowly loosened his grip.

"I'm sorry."

murmured an apology to Ivan, then gently twisted the arm that Brandon was holding. She didn't look at Brandon but said softly,

Adam's apple visibly bobbing. He didn't comply with

voice was ice

everything that needs to be discussed; there's no point

soft, she didn't make eye contact with Brandon, and

But it wouldn't move.

was uncharacteristically obstinate today, his eyes fixated

felt a twinge

usually careless Zachary could tell

at Sophia with concern, then at Brandon's hand, which had been cut by

oozing, forming trails from his palm, a painful

Brandon seemed to be oblivious, his piercing

quickly stepped in, "You should get that cut looked at; we can

Alex, "Alex, could you take

"Sure."

stepping forward to persuade Brandon to join him for some first aid. "Thank you, I'll

fixed

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