NovelEnglishSophia totally missed Brandon hanging around outside the door, but the office crew caught him in the act. Brandon drew
everyone's attention as he abruptly paused in his stride, prompting furtive glances from the crowd.
Brandon coolly scanned the room, and that made the onlookers hastily avert their eyes.
He walked up and knocked on the door.
“Are you done yet?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, just like any other day.
Sophia looked up reflexively, spotting Brandon at the doorway. Glancing at the ton her computer, she said to Ivan, “Let's wrap
up the discussion for today.”
Ivan nodded and shot a look at Brandon, who was calmly returning the gaze.
Their eyes locked in a silent standoff, neither avoiding nor shrinking away.
Brandon recalled there weren't many who dared to hold his gaze like that.
He hadn't forgotten that Sophia mentioned last tat the Skyrim City Starry Mall, Ivan was the guy handling the surveillance.
Mr. Evert’s mall, Ivan having the chops to deal with surveillance, and their shared surnames “Evert”—it was pretty clear.
Despite the illustrious family history of Mr. Evert, Ivan had opted to forgo the family business, content to work at Star-Dempsey
Architects in a junior position, his intentions clearly more than met the eye.
Brandon couldn't help but steal a glance at Sophia.
Sophia was tidying up her computer.
Ivan was already packed up and whispered a “I'll be heading out first” to Sophia before making his exit.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPassing by Brandon, he just gave a calm look without a greeting.
Brandon didn’t bother with him either, just stood there eyeing Sophia.
Sophia quickly got her stuff together.
She shut down her computer, grabbed her bag, stood up, and headed towards Brandon, “Let's go.”
Brandon nodded, “Sure.”
They left the building together and climbed into the car.
“How about we have dinner out tonight?” Brandon said, buckling his seatbelt and turning to Sophia.
Sophia was a bit surprised but nodded anyway, “Sure.”
Lately, the two of them had mostly been cooking meals at hsince Theresa was too little to dine out frequently.
“Then let's pick up Theresa first,” Sophia suggested. “and find a kid-friendly restaurant.”
“We'll let her eat at htonight,” Brandon proposed. “Kent's probably going to hit up Susan. With Theresa around, they can bond
more naturally.”
“Kent's going to see Susan?” asked Sophia, surprised yet happy for them.
Brandon glanced at her and nodded slightly, “Yeah.”
While waiting for a traffic light, Brandon sent Kent a message to head over and help Susan look after Theresa, as he and Sophia
were tied up and couldn't return immediately.
Kent promptly replied with an “OK.”
Brandon took Sophia to the old town in the West district, driving along the riverside avenue from the new area to the old.
On the opposite side was the setting sun, a blazing red orb reflecting serenely on the water's surface, suggesting a sense of
timeless tranquility.
Sophia hadn’t pay much attention to the scenery at first, until an antique bridge spanning the river slowly entered her field of
vision. Her gaze paused, then shifted to Brandon.
He, too, glanced at the bridge, then back at her, “Want to take a walk?”
Sophia was silent for a moment before nodding, “Sounds good.”
Brandon parked his car.
Sophia got out first, gazing at the sunset-lit bridge.
The bridge, aged and serene, spoke of years gone by.
During her high school years, Sophia had crossed this bridge countless times.
Their high school was just on the other side.
The images were still there—riding bikes across the bridge and, at every day's end, cycling along the river into the setting sun, she
and Brandon, part of the memory.
Brandon stepped out of the car too, and looked out at the long, historical riverside avenue without moving.
The area still possessed the look of that park from years ago, and not far away was a basketball court, vibrant with post-school
teens. Young boys played basketball, while uniformed girls sat in the stands, heartily cheering with whistles—all bursting with the
zeal of vibrant youth.
Nearby were scattered street vendors, selling children’ toys and flowers.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBrandon lingered his gaze paused at the flower stall before suggesting to Sophia, “Wait here for me.”
Sophia nodded, “Sure.”
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