Sophia gave him a quick glance, saw his cool, indifferent expression, and finally nodded, "Yeah."
She fell silent, and just sat there quietly in the car, her gaze drifting to the scenery outside the window.
Brandon couldn't help but steal a glance at her.
"I," He paused for a moment, then softened his voice to speak, "I'm not exactly thrilled hearing you talk about other guys, especially when he's your so-called 'Mr. Perfect.'"
Sophia looked at him, surprised.
Brandon's handsome face was slightly tense, and he didn't look at her.
"I've been forcing myself to accept that you're not coming back, and I don't want to focus on any 'what-ifs' between you and someone else. Just save me a little piece of your heart, will you?"
His voice was calm, and he drove seriously, without glancing her way.
Sophia couldn't help but look at him.
The winter sunset filtered through the car window, casting a glow on his stoic face.
He seemed serious when he said those words, and whether it was the sunset playing tricks, his seriousness seemed to carry a touch of desolation and a sense of giving up.
When she saw him like this, her heart ached a bit.
She didn't speak, her hands clasped and intertwined on her lap.
Brandon didn't say anything more either.
As usual, they stopped by the grocery store on their way home.
Shopping, cooking, just like any other average family.
They weren't exactly short on housekeepers or nutritionists at home, but this was the only part of their lives that resembled a normal family of three, so Brandon didn't want to outsource it to anyone else.
When they got home, Theresa, as always, jumped in to help in the kitchen.
Ever since Theresa had cooked a meal together with her parents that one time, she seemed to really enjoy that family vibe and loved helping Brandon and Sophia in the kitchen, even if her help was pretty limited.
Both Brandon and Sophia didn't set too many limits for her. As long as she was safe, they let her try things out.
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