FreeNovelChapter 78 When Brandon cout from the balcony, he sawasleep at the computer. The dim yellow light cast a glow on my face, and his gaze lingered there.
I could sense it but couldn't wake up.
After a while, I heard him callingsoftly, "Mae..." Mae? Was he calling me? Yes, he was.
Before I joined the Gildon family, I was called Mae, not Maddie.
But it had been a long tsince anyone calledthat.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Bran, my nis Mae..." A vision appeared before my eyes: a little girl with two buns on her head and a baby face sweetly calling a boy. The boy was aloof and didn't like to talk.
Then, I becthat girl, and Brandon becthat boy. I piggybacking.on him.
was "Bran, you smell nice.
"Bran, you've got a tiny black mole on the back of your neck. Letget it off." "Mae, don't pinch. It hurts.
"Mae, I'm tired. Can we stop running?" "Mom, I like Bran. I want to marry him..." My parents laughed at me.
"Mom, Dad, stop laughing. I want to marry Bran." "Mae, you can't marry him. You have a fiancé..." "I won't marry him: He's a jerk. A jerk!" I woke up from the dream, breathing rapidly.
This was so strange! I had a dream about Brandon andwhen we were toddlers, probably only two years old.
Lying in bed, I stared blankly for half a minute before getting up. As soon as my I wasn't my room.
feet touched the ground, I knew something was wrong... As soon as my My mind quickly flashed back to last night. I shivered and looked at the bed I had slept in. But Brandon wasn't there.
I looked down at my clothes. They were still on and intact.
I breathed a sigh of relief and walked out spotting Brandon asleep on the sofa. True to his military background, even on the sofa, he slept neatly.
My first thought was, was he comfortable sleeping like that? Honestly, such an orderly person madewant to mess him up a bit. He wasn't awake. I watched him silently from a few steps away, then moved to my computer, picked it up quietly, and tiptoed out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI can't believe I slept here last night. Just thinking about it madefeel embarrassed.
Luckily, I had taken my room key when I cout last night.
When I sneaked back, Kara was still sound asleep. If she had been awake, she would be condooting all sorts of wild theories about this juicy piece of gossip. My phone showed it was 5.00 a.m.
I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep again. So I opened my computer to continue working on the issues Brandon had found yesterday. But I discovered that Brandon had already checked and resolved all those issues.
I stared blankly at the screen, then washed up and drank swater. I stood on the balcony to take in the scenery outside.
Brandon's figure appeared in my sight. Was he awake already? When I left earlier, he was still asleep.
Did I wake him when I opened the door? Or had he been awake, pretending to sleep to sparethe awkwardness?
I stood on the upper floor watching him below, and my thoughts I om wandered. I had to admit that I Brandon was affecting me. His influence onwas growing stronger. "A man and a woman spend the night in the shouse, but nothing happens. What do you think that means?" I sent this provocative text to Lisa first thing in the morning.
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