Chapter 660

Sophia was still swishing mouthwash around when a sudden hush filled the air, making even her toothbrushing slow down involuntarily.

She could feel Brandon looking at her, an almost pensive vibe coming off him.

But with her head full of X-rated mental images, she just didn't have the guts to meet his gaze.

Sophia was sure her cheeks were blazing red by now.

Brandon's sudden silence made the bathroom air feel thin and stiflingly hot.

Sophia felt like she was socially dead on the spot, caught red-handed without having said or asked anything. His gaze alone was making her squirm, turning her toothbrushing into a stiff, awkward motion.

Meanwhile, Brandon was just eyeing her, not saying a word, just quietly watching her.

Sophia didn't have a clue what he was looking at or thinking about. Being stared at by the very person she had not-so-innocent thoughts about was like being slowly tortured.

And she had no idea when this slow torture would end.

Sophia was struggling under Brandon's gaze, trying to keep her cool and sneaking a peek in the mirror as if by accident. But the moment she looked up, she caught a full-on reflection of those deep, calm eyes staring back at her.

"...Cough..."

Sophia almost choked on her mouthful of foam.

Right on cue, a cup of warm water was offered to her lips.

"Rinse your mouth."

Brandon spoke up, his voice still warm and husky.

All Sophia wanted was to crawl into a hole. She silently reached for the cup he was handing her, barely touching it when Brandon lifted it slightly and said, "Let me do it," bringing the cup directly to her lips.

"Open your mouth," he instructed.

"..."

help her rinse, following his lead like a robot. Her

"Feeling hot?"

foam at the corner of her mouth.

a board, not daring to

been a tender moment felt like an extension

his mind instead

was indeed like

they'd fawn

"You..."

anticipation of the verdict any longer and forced

up at him, asking softly, "Don't you have to go

at her: "Bosses have the freedom to

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at a loss for words again; she meant to ask if he had nothing

clearly, he was, in fact, free, free enough to gently and carefully wash her face after cleaning the foam from her

Sophia: "..."

served like this by anyone since she was bedridden with

had never been this gentle and slow even

face and more like he

and Sophia couldn't make out the emotions in them. She only noticed his expression become more serious and focused as he wiped her face, his gaze intense as if he were looking at a

his demeanor, Sophia also looked up, trying to get

looked up too, his

staring at my

Sophia: "..."

cheeks

his head slightly, still not moving a muscle, watching as her cheeks quickly filled with blood:

"I... you..."

she was so embarrassed she couldn't get her

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