Novel1Brandon paused mid-tuck as he straightened the blanket, then turned to look at her.
"You'd recognize her the moment you see her." He wanted to take a gamble, betting she wouldn't react the sway to him,pletely unaware.
The way she was moved by the surprise and joy on Kent's face when he first saw her, yet towards him...
Thinking about how she was calmly puzzled upon first seeing him,pared to the genuine smile she showed when she saw Kent, Brandon's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his eyelids, silently finishing tucking in the corner of the blanket for her.
Sophia could clearly feel the shift in his mood.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe didn't know why, but even though she still felt like he was a stranger, his every look, his every move seemed to give away what he was thinking.
His reaction made her feel an inexplicable sadness, and the words just spilled out without her control.
"Actually, I've met you before. It wasn't our first tmeeting just now." Brandon looked at her.
"Today at school?" he asked. "Were you the one being stopped at the security gate, and you sawon stage?" Sophia was a bit surprised: "Oh, you saw that too?" Brandon nodded slightly: "Yeah. I saw you turn around, and I jumped off the stage to follow you, but I lost you in the crowd." The surprise in Sophia's eyes deepened, mixed with a bit of apology: "I'm sorry, I didn't know about that." Brandon just shook his head and chuckled, his eyes quietly focusing on her: "So, seeinglike that earlier, you felt nothing?" Sophia's eyelids drooped slightly, avoiding his gaze.
"It wasn't the first twe met," she murmured softly.
Brandon's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his eyes now carrying a hint of inquiry: "How many times exactly have you seen me?" Tand again, and not once had she sought him out.
This fact hurt more than her calm confusion when she saw him.
If he hadn't glanced towards the school entrance from the stage by chance, they might have never had the opportunity to meet again in this lifetime.
They would be like two lines that briefly intersect, only to drift apart in each other's worlds after the fleeting encounter.
He would never know she was still alive in this world.
And she would never know that there was a man and a child waiting for her in this world.
She could leave so easily after each missed connection because she had no feelings for him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis gaze only weighed heavier on Sophia's sense of guilt.
"I did look for you," she blurted out anxiously.
In the midst of speaking, Sophia grabbed her phone, opened WhatsApp, and turned the screen toward him, "You're the one who's been givingthe cold shoulder." Brandon glanced at her phone creen, catching the contact nit the top, "Mr. Crawley," then saw he twilight sea photo and her latest nessage to him, "Hi Mr. Crawley, could you take a look at the design traft I sent you this afternoon? I've nade the revisions, adding the cultural corridor as you requested. Please take a look and letknow f there's anything else that needs to >e changed." >w Brandon: "." >opnia sneakeя a peek at nim, esitated for a moment, then scrolled up to the top of the chat istory: "You senta video once, and I missed it. I even messaged 'ou back asking what's up, and you aid it was a mistake. I didn't want o bother you after that. It was President Poe who pushedto check on our progress, and that's vhy I messaged you, asking when 'ou'd have the review results ready. And then you replied that Kent vould letknow. I wasn't sure if I vas disturbing you, so I didn't dare o contact you again." Sophia scrolled through more messages as she spoke.
"I wasn't even planning to continue with the project at one point. Then, out of the blue, you reached out to me, hoping to add a cultural corridor to the science museum's connecting gallery, something like a reading room. I thought it was a shto give up, so I went back to the school to check the site and revised the design according to your request, but then you... you stopped replying again." Sophia's voice carried a hint of the frustration felt by workers when she shared her thoughts, "I understand that Mr. Crawley, being in a high position and busy with work, can't be expected to attend to every little detail. But the other party is also human, so if you can't handle it yourself, you could have delegated it to a subordinate. This kind of hot-and-cold treatment can easily give the wrong impression that you're aloof and difficult to work with." Even though that was indeed the case.
Brandon: "..." He picked up his own phone, opened WhatsApp, and looked at the contact with a nthat was a long string of letters and numbers, "wz_...," with a profile picture identical to the one Sophia showed him.
He turned his phone towards her: "Is this you?" He asked again: "Why didn't you answer when I sent you that video that day?" "I had a fever and was sleeping, my phone was... picked up by Mr. Ferber's mother," she said softly.
Brandon suddenly laughed, not sure whether to feel choked up or relieved.
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