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.

"..."

and let him help her rinse, following his lead like

"Feeling hot?"

bit of white foam at the corner of her mouth. He

as a board, not daring to move or

extension of her torture due to her guilt and his leisurely

said what was on his mind instead

indeed like being

didn't think their relationship was at that sickly sweet stage where they'd fawn over each other, and

"You..."

the anticipation of the verdict

softly, "Don't you

glanced at her: "Bosses have the freedom to not

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was at a loss for words again; she meant to ask if

clearly, he was, in fact, free, free enough to gently and carefully wash her face

Sophia: "..."

by anyone since she was bedridden

had never been this gentle and slow

was cleaning her face and more like he

them. She only noticed his expression become more serious and focused as he wiped her

Sophia also looked up,

too, his

you thinking about when you were staring

Sophia: "..."

her cheeks that had just begun to

not moving a muscle, watching as her cheeks quickly filled with blood: "Still

"I... you..."

so embarrassed she couldn't get her words out, her brain seemingly in shutdown

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