Mia watched Brandon stride away without so much as a backward glance, slumping back on the couch with a frustrated sigh. Was it really appropriate to leave her, a wounded person, all alone like this?
Yet, as she thought about Brandon’s words, a flicker of worry, conflict, and unease danced in her eyes.
Meanwhile, the moment Brandon climbed into his car, he couldn’t hold back his frustration any longer. His fist slammed into the steering wheel with a loud thud, the sound echoing in the quiet interior.
His mind was flooded with memories of the entire evening—the lingering gazes, the subtle interactions, the closeness, and the undeniable hints of chemistry between those two. It was all too much to bear.
He clenched his teeth, silently vowing, "Lavi, this better all be part of the plan. Ot
