All Novel Sweet
Chapter 43
Chapter 43
Sophia wasn’t quite used to being under such intense scrutiny. She rose from the couch and pointed towards the back
room.
“I’m gonna hit the sack for a bit,” she whispered, then glanced over at the kitchen behind her. “If you’ve got stuff to do, go ahead and dive into it. It’s cool to grab some takeout.”
Brandon just watched her without moving. “It’s all good, I’m not tied up.”
Sophia gave a polite smile. “Appreciate it.”
Brandon forced a smile too, but didn’t respond
Sophia gave a half-hearted smile as if to say hi, then tried to walk past him.
All of a sudden, Brandon reached out and snagged her forearm. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
Sophia looked back at him, puzzled.
She saw that his eyes were deep, hidden within an abyss of calm.
His gaze reminded her of the one he shot her on the way back home when she mentioned Yolanda- cold and turning his head to look at her suddenly.
Despite the difference in looks and temperature, they both gave her a similar sense of unease.
She hesitated, about to speak, but then he yanked on her arm, pulling her into his embrace. As she started to look up in panic, he tightened his grip around her waist, his other hand landing on her chin,
gently forcing it up. Her face was tilted back involuntarily, and Brandon’s kiss landed fiercely and accurately, filled with hidden rage.
Sophia was stunned, not fully processing what was happening. As she instinctively tried to pull away, the more she struggled, the harsher the kiss became, and the tighter she was held.
In the tussle, she found herself pushed up against the wall by Brandon.
He pinned her hands above her head against the wall with one hand, while the other supported the back of her head, forcing her to tilt her face up. His lips plundered hers with force and aggression.
Sophia frantically tried to push him away, but the more she pushed, the more she seemed to provoke Brandon.
She couldn’t figure out what was up with him today. Ever since he picked her up from school, he’d been off. The last time she saw him this reckless and fierce was the night she mentioned divorce. After they had come to an agreement, she got up to freshen up, and he suddenly erupted like this, pinning her down with a wild disregard that eventually calmed down after her pleading.
“Brandon, stop it.”
Just like last time, she clutched his wrists tightly, pleading in a low voice while trying to break free.
There was a momentary pause in his movements. He glanced at her, with no desire in his eyes, just a sharp coldness.
He didn’t slowly let go of her after that look, like last time. He just kept staring at her, motionless and cold.
Sophia couldn’t comprehend the icy accusation in his eyes, nor did she know what she had said or done wrong to offend him.
She had never seen Brandon like this before.
He was always so incredibly calm and controlled.
She noticed his eyes slightly widened due to the panic.
It seemed like he was savoring her bewildered and flustered state, silently towering over her, not making a move.
In the end, it was Sophia who couldn’t stand the pressure of his gaze any longer.
She lowered her head slightly and turned it away, her chest heaving with breaths, her whole being still in a daze, tangled with trepidation and alarm
Brandon also turned his head to the other side.
Silence spread through the decent-sized space.
After a while, Brandon finally looked at her. “Sophia, how do you manage to pull away so smoothly and cleanly?”
Sophia was taken aback by the question and instinctively looked up at him.
Brandon was still there, unmoving, his eyes still unfamiliarly intense and sharp.