Chapter 155
âWhoops, kinda treated booze like it was soda.â
Sophia replied in a soft voice, her head spinning a bit and her steps a little wobbly, but her mind was still sharp.
She tried to wiggle her wrist free with a little force, but it didnât budge.
âWhatâs the point of showing off when youâre plastered?â Brandon said, not letting go of her, âCanât hold your liquor and didnât even keep an eye on it.â
Sophia stayed silent.
The dizziness from the alcohol made her feel a bit sick, and her body was going a bit limp.
Brandon shifted to wrap his arm around her shoulders.
Sophia squirmed a bit. âI donât need.â
Brandon let go of her coldly.
âThanks for walking me home,â Sophia said, looking at him and whispering her thanks.
Brandon just gave her a cold look and said nothing.
âIâm gonna head back now.â
Sophia whispered a goodbye and turned to head for the elevator, her steps not too steady but still knowing which way to go.
She didnât lean on anything or ask anyone for help, just pressed on towards the elevator with her hand on her head, and only when she reached the elevator did she manage to press the button with effort.
Brandon stood there, watching her coldly, not moving to help.
He knew if he didnât take the initiative, sheâd never ask for help.
She wasnât just putting on a front for anyone, nor was she being unnecessarily delicate â she simply didnât need it.
She didnât need him.
Nor anyone else.
Ever since Haley picked her up and took her home, she had always relied on herself.
Growing up, she never got in the habit of depending on others.
Maybe she tried once, didnât get the response she hoped for, and just decided to drop it..
Brandon watched her press the elevator button with difficulty, leaning weakly against the wall to rest.
There was another couple waiting for the elevator, all lovey-dovey and giggling.
When they saw her, confusion flashed in their eyes, and the guy had a hint of disdain and disgust, probably mistook her for some nightclub girl.
Sophia saw the disdain and disgust in his eyes too, but didnât care, just calmly waited for the elevator to arrive.
From where Brandon stood, he could clearly see the expression on Sophiaâs face.
Ever since they met in their school days, she never cared about what others thought.
All her choices along the way were just following her own heart.
When she graduated from high school, she finished her studies and didnât feel much for her new class, so she chose to leave without saying goodbye.
At the reunion, when someone prying like a census taker asked everyone about their love lives, he didnât shy away from his single
status.
She knew he was single, and she was too, so when he offered her a ride home, he wanted her, she wanted him, and she chose to follow that desire.
Later, when she found out she was pregnant, he suggested marriage, and after weighing it out, she still chose to follow her heart at the time.
Like she said, she liked him, so she chose to give herself and the child a chance.
Later, when married life wasnât all roses, she still, after weighing her options, chose to pick up the dreams delayed by marriage
and opted for divorce.
Brandon had no doubt that even when she spoke of divorce, she still liked him, but that didnât stop her from leaving him.
She knew all too well what she wanted and what she didnât, so she never gave herself the chance to drag her feet. Even if Sophia took a wrong turn and ended up battered and bruised, she would just lick her wounds in silence and then get back up, without relying on anyone.
Sheâd walk away from what she didnât want and would never look back, including him.
All along, it was he who clung on.
Brandon was acutely aware of this.
And it was this clarity that he loathed.