Chapter 663

After dinner, Brandon drove Sophia and Theresa to the company.

Theresa was buzzing with excitement the whole way.

She had come to terms with Sophia's amnesia and, like a little grown-up, enthusiastically and patiently pointed out the street scenes to Sophia, playing the role of a diligent mini tour guide.

Her excitement turned into shrieks as the Starlight building slowly came into view.

"Mommy, look, look, that's Daddy's company!" she exclaimed, not forgetting to kneel up and press her face against the car window, her hand pointing fiercely at the still-distant Starlight building, as if worried Sophia might miss it.

Her surprised and proud expression even made Brandon, who was driving, sneak a peek at her.

She had already happily pulled Sophia's hand over and was leaning against the window, pointing at the Starlight building not far away, urging her to look.

Sophia followed her gaze to the building, which indeed looked grand and imposing.

"The whole building belongs to Daddy," Theresa said with pride and diligence as she introduced it to Sophia.

Sophia chuckled in response, "Is that so? Then Theresa's daddy is pretty awesome."

Brandon glanced at her but said nothing.

Instead, Theresa furrowed her brows in confusion, sensing something was off but unable to put her finger on it.

It was from Theresa's reaction that Sophia realized she had unconsciously referred to Brandon as "Theresa's daddy," which sounded a bit odd, and that must have triggered Theresa's puzzled response.

But to correct herself and just say "Daddy is so awesome" felt strangely intimate, and she wasn't quite comfortable blurting that out.

She didn't want Theresa to dwell on this confusion, so she smoothly changed the subject: "Do you often come to Daddy's company, Theresa?"

Sure enough, Theresa's attention was diverted as she nodded proudly, "Yeah, whenever Daddy has time, he brings me here to play."

for you to stay

my auntie. Mommy, let me tell you, Daddy's company is huge, and there are so many people, but it seems like they're all kind

"Cough..."

Brandon cleared his throat.

Theresa looked

asked softly, taking the opportunity while waiting for the traffic

head, "Nobody told me. But whenever Daddy carries me past them, if they

of Daddy," Brandon corrected her, "That's being scared of the boss.

don't think so," Theresa said, glancing at Sophia, "Mommy doesn't look like she'd

Sophia: "..."

and, for once, agreed with Theresa, nodding slightly:

her from instilling the wrong image of Sophia, he

person when he's upset," Theresa said, and couldn't help but turn to Sophia, "Mommy, when Daddy's unhappy, he

Brandon's furrowed brow, capturing his look surprisingly

Brandon: "..."

schoolteacher. He has to manage the whole company like teacher manages a class of kids. If Daddy wasn't a bit stern, then everyone might not listen to him, and the company

and unhurried, like the sound of

of déjà vu, remembering how before her accident, she would patiently and

reverie, he stared at Sophia,

same way. She was

sought confirmation, "Mommy, do

aback,

Theresa's eyes was a careful hope

a loss; she hadn't remembered, she had just been explaining so that the child wouldn't misunderstand

her head would hurt a smart and sensitive child either

decision. In her moment of uncertainty, she instinctively looked to Brandon for help, only to find Brandon staring

not entirely, as

more perplexed, but fortunately, the traffic light had turned green,

of it, glanced briefly toward the rear window, and when

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