Brendon came from a wealthy family and had always had the best of everything, but he was not one to waste.
Handkerchiefs were a niche brand that weren’t too expensive. At first, they used a different brand, but Ranita felt the pattern didn’t suit Brendon, so she took it upon herself to switch to another brand that she personally picked out.
Ranita was nervous about this decision.
But then she realized Brendon hadn’t said anything about it and later on, many things in his closet were items that she had picked out.
She wanted to be a part of his life.
To become his habit.
But Ranita underestimated the power of love.
“Hurry up and dry off. It’s cold outside and wearing wet clothes can make you sick.” Brendon stuffed the handkerchief into Ranita’s hand with an authoritative tone. “Do you want me to help you dry off?”
Ranita rolled her eyes but her ears turned red.
“I’ll do it myself!”
Ranita dried off her legs with the handkerchief before casually stuffing it into her pocket.
Later on, when they got back in Brendon’s car without their driver present (Brendon drove himself), Ranita didn’t sit in the back seat alone like some might have expected; instead, she sat nervously in the passenger seat next to him.
“Do you have an international driver’s license? Should I drive?” She hesitated before asking.
“Don’t worry! I won’t crash!” Brendon revved the engine and sped off! It was a chilly night outside, but remarkably warm inside the car.
Perhaps due to her nerves, Ranita felt a bit flushed, and her cheeks felt dry. Brendon’s gaze lingered on Ranita several times; he had things to say, questions to ask, but every time it reached his throat, he couldn’t bring himself to speak.
Just then, Ranita’s phone rang.
Ranita didn’t want to pick up, but ignoring the call would be even more awkward, so she answered.
“Hello,” Ranita softly said. “Brother, why are you calling at this hour?”
“Ranita, I heard you were in Berlin before. I’m in Prague now, I’ll come see you in a couple of days and check on Ayaan,” Jedidiah’s tone remained gentle.
Having spoken a lot, Ranita’s throat felt a bit hoarse. She lowered her eyes and smiled softly, her voice turning husky, which made it incredibly alluring as she said, “Alright! Call me when you arrive.”
“Alright! It’s been a while since I’ve seen Ayaan; I miss him,” he continued.
“I miss you too!” Ranita responded.
Brendon listened intently. Every word Ranita spoke darkened his expression.
The only person Ranita would call “brother” was undoubtedly the young man from four years ago. Didn’t he already have someone else? How could they have rekindled things after four years? Or had Ranita been living with him all these years?
But wait, hadn’t Ayaan said he hadn’t seen his father? That meant Ranita didn’t have a man by her side… or did she? Ranita, that heartless woman, had dared to claim he died a hero. What if she had remarried?
Just the thought of his wife remarrying and his son calling someone else “dad” made Brendon feel suffocated.
As soon as Ranita hung up the phone, Brendon ground his teeth and asked, “Ranita, did you remarry?”
“Does it have anything to do with you, Mr. Stuart?” Ranita replied coldly. The car stopped right in front of the hotel. Brendon unfastened his seatbelt in agitation, wanting to have a serious conversation with Ranita. However, just then, there was a tapping sound on the car window.
Brendon opened the car door, and a delicate figure rushed into his arms, cooing, “Brendon, it’s such a coincidence! I just arrived at the hotel, and here you are!”
Ranita’s hand, which had been unfastening her seatbelt, froze, her gaze icy.