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.

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

Brandon was reminded of Patricia and Daniel's unfounded accusations

a soul, yet

case of being befouled just due to her talent - all the blame and

instinctively turned to see Brandon leaning against the doorframe, quietly

nodded softly,

almost ready,"

"Okay."

and slow, and as he walked over, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her from

stiffened slightly but didn't pull

weariness emanating from him, though he

enveloping her in a tender embrace that carried an

tilted her head slightly to look at him,

without a word, he leaned in to kiss her lips,

to push him away, but his kiss, a mix of restraint and release, stopped her.

the pent-up emotions inside

pressing her against the countertop. The

the nape of her

started to bubble, keeping time with the rising heat

to maintain some sense of control, reaching to turn off the stove, but Brandon

reached behind, and with a click, the

went from wild to gentle,

and the

held Sophia, his face resting against the top of her head as they both caught their breath. Sophia leaned against his chest, recovering as

steam in the pot quieted down

"My dad had a cerebral hemorrhage and

at him

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