NovelEnglish"I'm going to take a nap," Sophia couldn't help but remind him.
"Go ahead. | won't bother you," Brandon said, already following her out the door without any hint of taking off.
"No, you don't get it," Sophia was a bit frazzled, "I mean I'm heading back to catch ssleep, probably for the rest of the day.
What are you even doing here?"
Hanging out with someone who's sleeping is pointless.
"Don't worry about me, I've got my own schedule," Brandon reassured her, "Just focus on getting your beauty sleep.”
"I can't sleep well with you around," Sophia admitted frankly.
Brandon glanced at her, "Sounds like a guilty conscience is keeping you up."
Sophia was at a loss for words.
Brandon's hand was already gently resting on her shoulder, nudging her forward as he spoke in a calm tone, "Instead of dilly-
dallying here with me, you might as well head back and rest up."
"lI remember a twhen you weren't so keen on keepingcompany," Sophia murmured, "Now that I'm practically gonna pass
out, and you suddenly want to play the watchful guardian. Brandon, seems like you're the one with a guilty conscience.”
"Alright, I'm guilty," Brandon admitted with ease, "I dropped the ball on looking after your feelings before. That's on me, so now |
want to make it right."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"lI don't need it anymore."
Pretending not to hear her, Brandon was already ushering her into the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed, Sophia saw his long fingers reaching for the keypad, hesitating slightly over the button for the 15th
floor while his eyes glanced at the 18th.
Sophia promptly pressed the button for the 15th floor herself.
"Brandon, can you just not buy a place here?" she asked softly, "Il really don't want to be neighbors with you."
He looked at her, "Is it that hard to stomach?"
Sophia nodded lightly, "Yes."
"I remember when you pushedto take the design director position. You droveto the airport that day and said that Don
would be mainly handling the branch office, and you wouldn't be around much. The Zenitha-style resort project had its own team,
so you toldnot to worry about you and just do what was best for me," Sophia recalled, gazing at him, "But things are different
from what you promised now."
"What's different?" Brandon asked calmly, "Don is indeed in charge of the branch office, and Kent is handling the Zenitha project.
Since you've been back, I've been to your 17th-floor office less than five times. How is that any different from what | promised?"
Sophia was speechless.
The elevator doors opened, and Brandon glanced outside, "Let's go."
Sophia hesitated, then walked out in silence with Brandon following.
Standing at her door, Brandon reached out, "Keys."
Sophia held the keys, her hand wavering, not wanting to hand them over, "Brandon."
She couldn't help but turn back to him, about to continue, but he calmly cut her off, "Sophia, there's no need to keep butting heads
withover this. | didn't grow the company to where it is today by being soft-hearted. When | need to be tough, nobody's out-
toughedyet," Brandon continued, looking at her, "Don't makeapply the tactics | use on rivals to you. Pulling all-nighters is
unhealthy and may cause sudden heart problem. I'm just genuinely worried about you. Don't complicate things."
Sophia was at a loss for words.
Brandon didn't wait for a response, taking the keys from her hand and opening the door.
"Go get srest," he said, his hand on her shoulder, a bit more forceful as he nudged her into the apartment, "Don't overthink it.
| won't do anything to you. Just rest up."
Sophia reluctantly nodded.
"Alright," she replied softly.
"Go on," Brandon's voice softened, "I'll head down to the supermarket later and pick up sgroceries to make lunch for you."
Sophia hesitated, then nodded again.
Brandon glanced at the computer in her living room, "Is the computer okay to use? | need to handle semails later."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSophia nodded, "Go for it, it's fine."
Her computer was all business, nothing personal. Any design projects that required confidentiality were already encrypted.
"Good," Brandon nodded slightly, looking at her, "Hurry up and sleep."
"Okay," Sophia nodded again and went back to her room.
When the door closed, she checked her phone. Susan had sent her a message about ten minutes ago, asking why she hadn't
returned.
"Brandon's here," Sophia texted her back.
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