TimeNovel"Alright," Grace quickly replied, wisely choosing not to pry into where Sophia and Brandon were headed. Seeing the growing
warmth between them, she felt genuinely happy for them and for Theresa too.
"You focus on work. I'll take care of Theresa."
She couldn't help but add thoughtfully, "But don't work too late. Your health is important.”
The happiness and the hint of mischief in Grace's eyes made Sophia feel slightly awkward, as if she were being misunderstood.
"Thanks, Grace," Sophia said, a bit embarrassed. She gestured vaguely towards the door. "lI mainly have a design project to work
on, and Mr. Crawley here is the client. | need his approval on the final draft."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThough she had no real idea where Brandon was taking her, his mention of her needing to work on the project led her to believe it
was related to that.
The mention of "Mr. Crawley" made Grace's initial enthusiasm dip a little, evident in her eyes, though she still managed a smile for
Sophia. "Work is important, but remember to take care of yourself too."
Sophia nodded gently, "Thank you, Grace."
Brandon noticed the change in Grace's expression but said nothing. Instead, he reassured her, "Grace, I'm counting on you to look
after Theresa."
With that, he picked up the keys from the hall table and left with Sophia.
Sophia instinctively headed towards the elevator, only to feel a gentle tug on her arm from Brandon.
"This way," he said.
Puzzled, Sophia turned to look at him.
Without explaining, Brandon guided her to a door on the opposite side of the corridor, still holding her close.
They stopped at the doorway, and Sophia, full of questions, looked at Brandon, momentarily etting that he had his arm around
her.
Brandon said nothing as he skillfully inserted the key into the lock, turned it gently to the right, and opened the door.
He flicked on the light.
e in."
He guided Sophia inside.
Sophia instinctively glanced around. The apartment was small but tidy, with minimal furniture—a couch and a large wooden desk
that dominated the living room. The desk was cluttered with aputer, a printer, and various design tools and papers.
Her gaze settled on the desk, and she felt a strange sense of familiarity and warmth.
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