“Brandon’s POV”
I pulled free when she was gasping for air. She opened her eyes and kept staring at me while taking short and rapid breaths.
The way she was staring at me made me feel guilty for the consequence. I lowered my gaze and kept staring at my lap.
What just happened? I shouldn’t touch her knowing she was my boss’s son’s fiancé.
I couldn’t control myself as her condition kept reminding me of my mom. Flashbacks of the dayI lost my dad kept empowering my inner body.
The news of dad’s death slumped us. I could still get flashbacks of mom crying while hitting her head on the wall like a psycho.
She was devastated. Depressed. It was me, who took care of her. Swallowing a small bite of food was challenging for her. But with time, she overcame it.
I had to left her alone on
