Brandon had been about to ascend the stairs when he halted in his tracks upon hearing Anthony's words. He knew Sandy had come all the way from Manches City and probably hadn't rested much yet. The words she had said earlier echoed in his mind, causing a shadow to cross his features. He felt a pang of concern for her, a pang of heartache.
After a brief hesitation, Brandon turned around and sat down on a nearby sofa. "I'll wait until she wakes up."
Anthony frowned upon hearing Brandon's decision but chose not to say anything. The two men faced each other in an impasse.
Time ticked by, and Sandy remained motionless, her absence of movement stretching for what felt like hours.
Finally, after approximately two to three hours, footsteps were heard on the staircase.
Anthony turned to look in the direction of the sound.
Seeing that it was Sandy, Anthony stood up and took a step toward her. "Awake?"
Sandy murmured an acknowledgment, her gaze directed at the man by Anthony's side.
Anthony followed her gaze and glanced briefly at Brandon before softly informing Sandy, "He's been here for a while."
Sandy approached Brandon, her eyes fixed on him. "What are you doing here?"
Brandon met her gaze. "I came to pick you up."
Sandy furrowed her brows. "No need. I have plans with Anthony. We have something to do later."
Anthony's eyebrows twitched slightly upon hearing Sandy's words, but he chose not to expose her lie.
"Sandy, I..."
"Brandon, were my words not clear enough? When I said I have something to do with Anthony later, could you not behave like this?" Sandy's voice cut him off.
The words Brandon wanted to say got caught in his throat. Having known Sandy for so long and been together for so long, this was the first time he had seen her like this.
"I can wait for you," Brandon said, his voice gentle. "If you have something with Mr. Austi, go handle it. I'll wait here for you."
Anthony was about to interject, but Sandy spoke up before him. "Whatever you want."
After Sandy's response, she turned to Anthony and said in a low voice, "Let's go."
Upon hearing Sandy's words, Anthony cast a brief glance at Brandon's face, then quietly acquiesced, "Let's go."
Sandy didn't spare Brandon another glance as she walked away. Brandon stood there, watching her retreating figure, unable to put his feelings into words.
It felt like something had slipped through his fingers, something he desperately wanted to grasp.
Finally, when Sandy was about to step out of the threshold, Brandon couldn't hold back any longer and followed her.
"Sandy."
Upon hearing the voice behind her, Sandy almost involuntarily halted her steps.
However, she didn't turn around.
Brandon closed the distance with a few strides and stood in front of Sandy. His tone was gentle. "I'll come with you."
Only then did Sandy raise her eyes to look at Brandon, her gaze devoid of any emotion. "No need."
Brandon's emotions were stirred. He reached out and took hold of Sandy's hand. "Sandy, you're not even giving me a chance to explain. Are you just sentencing me to death?"
Sandy looked directly at Brandon. "Do you think I'm sentencing you to death?"
As Brandon met Sandy's clear yet disappointed eyes, he found himself at a loss for words. At this moment, any explanation he provided would seem like an excuse. He was acutely aware that his silence could make the situation worse, but he also knew that no matter what he said, it would feel like he was trying to justify himself.
The two of them stood face to face, locked in a silent standoff.
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