“Ranita, listen to me,” Brendon’s voice held a hint of indulgence, causing Ranita’s ears to turn warm.
Ranita took a breath before speaking, “I’ve already made it clear. If I don’t do the live interview, those jumping clowns will think I’m weak and easy to bully.”
After saying this, Ranita added, “If you want to have dinner with Ayaan, you can pick him up at the villa.”
“You’re his father, I won’t stop you.”
Brendon fell silent for a few seconds before grumbling, “You’re still as stubborn as ever after all these years. Like a donkey, impossible to persuade.”
Ranita halted in her tracks, noticing Brendon’s change in attitude. She raised an eyebrow, her voice tinged with annoyance, “Who are you calling a donkey?”
Brendon chuckled, “Who else but you?”
His voice was gentle and delicate, like a beam of light suddenly crashing into her heart.
Ranita bit her lip, feeling a slight pain that brought her back to reality. She said, “Never mind, I have things to do.”
Ranita quickly hung up the phone, her palms sweating. Brendon’s attitude had changed a lot, but she felt somewhat unreal.
She didn’t even dare to go back to the villa directly, afraid of running into Brendon and not knowing how to face him.
Ranita asked Martha to return to the hotel first while she was about to hail a taxi. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm. In fear of encountering a bad person, Ranita instinctively swung her handbag, accidentally hitting the man.
“Brendon?” Ranita looked surprised at the person in front of her. “What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you.” The man held the car keys. “Let’s have dinner together.”
“How did you know I was here? Are you here to see Shannon? She’s crying inside and feeling sad. Do you want to go in and comfort her?” Ranita didn’t intend to say these things, but for some reason, every time she encountered him, it felt like touching a hedgehog. She immediately regretted her words.
There was no need to say these things; it made her seem petty.
When Ranita first entered Boulderland Mansion without any hesitation, she had already envisioned their ending-no love or hatred, just a dignified blessing for each other.
But who knew that love and life never followed logic or expectations?
Where did the dignity and blessings come from in this struggle and competition?
“Why are you jealous?” Brendon suppressed his dark eyes and suddenly smiled. His lips curled up, and his eyebrows followed suit. The pitch-black eyes sparkled like brilliant gems, warming her heart.
Ranita was dazzled by his gaze.
“What are you staring at?” The man approached her, and a faint grapefruit fragrance emanated from him. Ranita felt her ears itch and instinctively wanted to step back.
The next second, she found herself falling.
“Be careful!” Brendon quickly grabbed her, and due to inertia, Ranita collided directly into him, her nose hitting his chin.
“Ah! It hurts!” Ranita covered her nose, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain.
Brendon bent down and anxiously held her chin with his fingers. “Let me see.”
“Is it bleeding?” Ranita’s nose felt sore, especially when she saw Brendon’s concern. Unconsciously, she became a bit coquettish. “It hurts.”
Her small, straight nose turned red; the impact was indeed not light. Brendon cupped her face with both hands and asked with concern, “Shall I blow on it for you?”
“Ayaan said that blowing on an injury makes it hurt less.”
Before Ranita could react, the man’s slightly upturned nose rubbed against her cheek.