NovelEnglishSophia cracked open that yellowed paternity test report.
The blazing red "No Biological Relationship Confirmed" hit her eyes and for a moment, Sophia zoned out, a weird mix of faint
disappointment and relief washing over her.
Talk about mixed feelings.
But it was the outcshe had half-expected.
Truth be told, when Brandon handed her the report two years ago, his face and reaction had pretty much spilled the beans. That's
why she chose not to see it.
Later on, when she swung by the school and saw the Frost family huddling around Marian, tears spilling over, Sophia knew she was
right not to look at the report. It was meaningless.
Now, opening it was just a confirmation.
Sophia couldn’t fathom why Brandon kept it, yet she felt a twinge of guilt for snooping without permission. She refolded the paper
neatly and put it back in its place, then carefully shut the drawer, opened the closet, grabbed a pillow, and flopped back onto the
bed.
But she was awake. She couldn't put her finger on it, just felt a bit hollow inside.
A kind of emptiness with no origin or destination.
Honestly, since she had Theresa, her hectic studies, life, and the responsibility and pressure of raising Theresa left no room to
dwell on anything else. All her tand energy were allotted to studying, working, and caring for Theresa. She had no spare
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmoments to contemplate her own existence.
It had been a long tsince she pondered over who she was or where she cfrom. Theresa had becher everything. But
maybe, having seen that paternity report and now lying awake with nothing but time, that long-lost feeling of drifting kicked in.
Sophia was never one to wallow in negativity. Realizing she was beginning to spiral, she sat up, ditching any attempt to force sleep
or thoughts. She tucked the pillow back into the wardrobe.
Brandon's habits hadn't changed; his closet was a model of organization, everything neat as a pin, corners.
Sophia wasn't as meticulous when they lived together.
She was more laid-back, content with clean and tidy without fussing over perfect symmetry.
But they weren't sharing life now, so she played by Brandon's rules, squatting down to smooth out the pillow perfectly before
closing the closet and heading out.
Brandon was setting down a freshly simmered soup on the dining table.
Still in the white shirt he wore to pick her up, sleeves rolled up revealing a hint of his tanned, toned arms, he looked half homey
and half business. Oddly though, those two vibes blended seamlessly on him, utterly captivating.
Sophia couldn't help but shoot him a look.
He heard the door and glanced her way.
"Up so soon?" he asked, setting aside the soup ladle.
"Just couldn't sleep. Figured I'd be better off walking around than lying in bed," Sophia said softly, approaching him. "Need a
hand?"
"I'm good, just sit down and eat. Dinner's ready."
He spun around and went back to the kitchen, fetching a pair of bowls.
Seeing the table set, Sophia didn’t push it and took a seat instead.
Brandon brought over the bowls, served soup into one, and handed it to her, saying, "Your forehead's still healing. The doc said to
take it easy, so maybe lie down again after dinner."
Sophia nodded in agreement, "Okay."
Brandon added, "I've got an international video call after dinner, about an hour. You'll be okay on your own, right?"
Quick to reassure, Sophia nodded, "Yeah, don't worry about me."
"Good."
Dinner ended in a relatively harmonious vibe. While clearing up, Sophia instinctively reached to help, but Brandon had already
taken the bowl from her, "Go rest."
Sophia nodded without a fight. She thought about settling on the couch but the memory of that crazy night with Brandon flooded
back, and her steps hesitated.
The couch, unlike a bed, didn't seem like the right place for such escapades, especially for two normally composed people like
Sophia and Brandon. Acknowledging such a loss of control wasn't easy for her.
Brandon caught the pause and her slight discomfort.
"I had the couch professionally cleaned," he offered casually.
"Oh." Sophia's reply was awkward. They both knew it wasn't about cleanliness.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I'll go to the room," she murmured. Brandon's master bedroom had another set of sofas.
He nodded, grabbing his phone, "I'll have someone send you sclothes."
"No need." She glanced at him, "I'd rather go back to my place tonight. | have work tomorrow and all my stuff's there."
Brandon looked at her, then agreed, "I'll drive you back after the meeting."
Sophia nodded, "Okay."
"You go rest now."
He glanced at his watch, clearly gearing up to be busy.
Sophia nodded again and didn't linger.
She entered Brandon's bedroom, he headed to his study, and they both closed their doors.
It was somewhat like their old married life, yet not quite the same.
The current Brandon had more warmth about him, there was a subtle change on him.
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