Chapter 370

Worried about bothering Theresa and Grace, Sophia snuck over to the studio next door to whip up pasta for Brandon.

She was usually all about Theresa's balanced diet; the fridge was like Noah's Ark, got a bit of everything.

Brandon's a fan of light flavors, so Sophia grabbed some fresh shrimp, clams, eggs, and green onions, planning to toss up a seafood pasta dish for him.

The kitchen next door was stocked with everything she'd need.

"Take a breather for a sec," Sophia said as she walked in and turned to Brandon.

He nodded, peeling off his tie with one hand as he headed for the bathroom. Passing by, Sophia caught a faint whiff of disinfectant on him - subtle and not quite real. She cast an unwitting glance at him.

Brandon had already ditched the tie and suit jacket.

"I'm gonna hit the shower," he said, flinging his clothes into the hamper.

"Okay," Sophia nodded.

She got to work in the kitchen, grabbing a pot single-handedly, rinsing it, filling it with water, and setting it on the stove to heat up. With her other hand, she poured the shrimp into a clean basin and skillfully yanked off the heads and lines, then peeled and deveined them.

Being the only girl at home, and not exactly the apple of her parents' eye, Sophia got roped into all kinds of chores by Laura Yearwood from a young age. So, she was no stranger to fending for herself, and her cooking skills were on point.

Whipping up a meal was a piece of cake for her. In no time, Sophia had prepped the shrimp and clams.

Fresh out of the shower, Brandon caught sight of Sophia, busily moving about the kitchen, the rich scent of seafood mingling with the zesty ginger and spring onions wafting through the room.

He couldn't help but watch her.

Freshly showered, her hair clipped up casually with a claw clip, with lazy curls framing her face - a look of relaxed elegance.

holding the tableware, neatly fished out shrimp heads and clamshells. Then, effortlessly, she grabbed the kettle with her now-free hand, pouring the boiling water over the simmered seafood, moving smoothly

was reminded of Patricia and Daniel's unfounded accusations

a soul, yet she

to her talent - all the blame and bullying were merely because of

against the doorframe, quietly watching

Brandon nodded softly, stepping

ready,"

"Okay."

and slow, and as he walked

but

something was off with Brandon tonight - a deep weariness emanating

pulled her closer, enveloping her in

tilted her head slightly to

hers, and without a word, he leaned in to kiss her

push him away, but his kiss, a mix of restraint and release, stopped her. Her hands, initially set to push him away, ended

gesture unleashed the pent-up emotions inside Brandon. His kisses

against the countertop. The other hand removed the

at the nape

pot of simmering seafood started to bubble, keeping time with the rising heat in the

control, reaching to turn off the stove, but Brandon

behind, and with a click, the gas was turned

to gentle, eventually coming

heavy breathing and the

of her head as they both caught their breath. Sophia leaned against

steam in the pot quieted down with

finally smoothed out. In the silence, Brandon softly said, "My dad had a cerebral hemorrhage and was taken to the hospital today. I spent the

at him in

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