Chapter 688

Brandon's silence made Sophia chuckle a bit.

"Never mind," she said softly. "If they want to find me, they'll come looking eventually."

After all, someone as noticeable as her showing up was bound to catch some eyes sooner or later.

Brandon grinned back, nodding in agreement. "Alright."

His gaze lingered on her, though, and he affectionately ruffled her hair.

Sophia couldn't help but laugh. "The way you're looking at me and doing that makes me feel like my past wasn't all sunshine and rainbows."

Brandon didn't hide the truth, nodding gently. "Yeah, it was a bit tough."

"Oh, I see." Sophia smiled again, not really pressing for the details behind those words, nor did she seem to care much about them.

Brandon smiled too, saying nothing more.

Seeing that she wasn't dwelling on it, he felt a little relieved and maybe even a bit thankful for her memory loss.

The world after amnesia is like a blank slate. Losing memories meant losing the emotions tied to them too.

Probably the best silver lining to her memory loss.

Sophia printed out the finalized design plan for the science museum, organizing and binding it as she said, "I've got a meeting with President Poe about the design plan at lunch. You can go ahead and handle your work. I'll take Theresa for a little sightseeing in the morning."

"No worries, my schedule is pretty light," Brandon replied. "I haven't had a chance to hang out with Theresa in a while. It'll be nice to join you both."

Sophia felt a bit awkward. "But I have to discuss business with President Poe in the afternoon. Won't your presence affect his decisions?"

the scenes. If he decides something, President Poe might not feel

practicality for the students. He won't hold

doubt he'll have any issues with

alumni from West District High, they knew exactly

but nodded. "Okay,

should just take Theresa to the

an impromptu client meeting, he'd taken her

interrupting his schedule

didn't push the

avoid unnecessary attention, she and Theresa stayed

attempts

the rumor mill was

couldnt contain her excitement. Her gossipy messages like "The boss's wife showed up!!!" and "Do you know who she is?" attached with screenshots had already been circulating in private

stayed quiet. Everyone had only seen text,

space behind

belongs to s

they all quickly pretended to focus

glances with colleagues, while others dived into

of the

seem a bit

"How so?"

looks refreshed, the gloominess is

Now that you mention it, he

the boss's wife? Could it

"Who's Director Yearwood?"

the design director at Star-Dempsey Architects on the 17th floor. Word is she's quite

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