"No need to add, I guess," Sophia said, "Just call me if you need anything. It's not like we chat on WhatsApp anyway."
Brandon's lips curled slightly, "Phone calls? You change your number so often you could give phone scammers a run for their money."
Sophia fell silent.
Brandon had already put his phone away, "Forget it."
He started the car and spoke in a casual tone, "You heading home or to the hospital?"
Sophia figured that going to the hospital would mean dealing with Laura's thinly veiled insults again and disturbing Haley's rest, so she softly suggested, "Let's just go home."
Brandon grunted in acknowledgment, not adding anything more.
He dropped her off at the base of the apartment building.
"You should get some rest back at home. There's food in the fridge, you can whip something up or order takeout," Brandon said. "We have a housekeeper who cooks, but I haven't been eating at home lately, so I didn't ask her to come by. I can give you her number if you want."
"No need, I can handle it myself," Sophia replied while unbuckling her seatbelt. After a moment's thought, she felt she should give him a heads up, "I don't think it's very convenient staying here, I'm thinking of moving to a hotel."
Brandon glanced at her, his aura dropping a few degrees, but he remained silent.
Sophia's hand lingered on the seatbelt as she spoke softly, "You see, if I try to give you a heads up, you disagree. If I go ahead and do it, you get mad. Brandon, don't you think this is getting old?"
She turned to face him, "Brandon, what's with the back and forth? I'm not Yolanda, you figured that out two years ago. I don't have anything else left. If it's just about getting used to things, hasn't it been long enough?"
Brandon chuckled, looking at her, "Indeed, what's there about you that's worth all this fuss."
His smile faded as quickly as it had appeared, and with a press of his palm against the central lock, the sound of car locks disengaging filled the space.
"Go wherever you fancy. I'm the one intruding," he said, not looking at Sophia.
Sophia pressed her lips together lightly.
"Thanks," she whispered her thanks and stepped out of the car.
Brandon didn't respond. The car drove off swiftly as soon as the door closed.
Sophia glanced at the receding car, a faint smile touching her lips as she turned and walked toward the elevator.
Brandon peeked in the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Sophia's slender, upright figure walking away decisively without looking back.
He chuckled at himself, a hint of coldness in his eyes as he shifted his gaze back to the road ahead.
Kent could clearly sense that something was off with Brandon.
Since his return to the company, there was a stormy undertone in his otherwise brisk stride.
Kent knew this version of Brandon all too well. It had started showing up now and then since his divorce two years ago.
Although it seemed like he was back to normal these past two years, he had a major setback right after his trip to Wye City.
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