Chapter 550

Brandon tried clicking on the draft box, but the page was dead as a doornail. Clearly, only Sophia's linked phone had the magic touch to get in and edit stuff.

Brandon had no choice but to back off, staring at the phone screen as messages like "Brandon, let's make up," "Brandon, I'm sorry," and "Brandon, happy birthday" kept popping up and disappearing, without him making a move.

He could almost picture Sophia, phone in hand, hemming and hawing over her words, her hesitations flickering on the screen with every typed and deleted character.

Maybe she didn't know what to say, or maybe she did, but felt that given the odd vibe between them, those words just didn't sit right.

The unique boundaries they had, unlike other couples, made her weigh every word she said to him.

They were close enough to already own a kid together, but there was this distance, a closeness that was intimate yet strangely aloof.

Although she didn't stay close to people, she wasn't the type to be cold or distant with others. Whether with Susan, Cindy, or even Don and Kent, she managed to keep up normal social ties. But around him, she was all politeness and restraint, probably because he never gave her that signal that she was different from everyone else.

She grew up in a chilly home without a shred of warmth, and no doubt, as a kid, she must've been desperate for that parental love. She might've tiptoed around, trying to please everyone in the family, but to no avail. As people like Laura and Aaron, her gesture would only meet with more scolding or worse from. Over time, she stopped showing her longing for love.

Her feelings for him were the same. Deep down, there was still that little Sophy, craving love but too scared to reach out.

She loved him, but he never made a move towards her, never told her he felt the same, so she never dared to close the gap.

Her "Brandon, let's make up" must've taken a ton of mental prep before she worked up the courage to write it, only to delete it for fear of seeming off. She switched to a softer "Brandon, I'm sorry," and finally settled for the harmless "happy birthday."

feeling guilty about ignoring his peace offerings and her

she was the one who got hurt the most in their

"I'm sorry."

slowly emerge on the screen like a typewriter, Brandon whispered an apology as

crack a smile. It was as if Sophia was

choked up and barely

deepened when he saw

softly, as if not to spook the Sophia on the other end of the

no response. Just the cursor moving to the next

a slight smile, his eyes wet and indulgent, as if Sophia was right in front of him and this "I'm sorry" was

get.

his hand gradually went dark, returning to a silent black. Brandon's smile

dark phone in his hand, not bothering to light it up again, his face

twisted it open, and gulped it down before tossing it aside. His gaze lingered on a necklace

hint of noise. Brandon put on the necklace and then started the engine.

out of the elevator, he spotted a hunched figure squatting at the

it was Sophia's foster father, Haley Yearwood. His steps slowed to

his hands and squatting in the corner, also saw him and hurriedly stood up,

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