Chapter 363

Chapter 363:
Brandon endured back-to-back meetings all morning, a storm cloud shadowing his every move. No one dared cross him.
After each session, employees scattered, their voices dropping to urgent whispers behind closed doors.
“Did you see Mr. Watson today? The secretary’s office said he’d canceled all his schedules and taken the day off—so why is he back here, looking like that?”
“Yeah, I noticed. Typically, Mr. Watson is very particular about his appearance. He’s never shown up unshaven before. And did you see the wrinkles in his shirt? Something must have happened. He looks exhausted.”
“Maybe he had another fight with Vivian?”
“Who can say? All I know is, when Mrs. Watson was still around, he was never this out of sorts.”
“That’s right…”
“Cut the damn nonsense!” Eugene shut down their whispering with a stern glance. “Don’t start rumors about Mr. Watson unless you want to lose your jobs.”
The crowd fell silent, muttering apologies before quickly dispersing.
Out of sight, Brandon pressed his lips together, a faint line of tension crossing his face. He lingered in the shadows for a moment longer, then turned away, his footsteps echoing softly down the hall. The morning had been relentless.
Brandon, running on fumes after a sleepless night, felt fatigue clawing at him. He slumped back into his leather chair, hoping for a brief reprieve. Just then, the office door swung open, breaking the silence. Footsteps approached, brisk and deliberate.
“Brandon,” a familiar voice called out.
He blinked awake to find Vivian standing in front of him, her lips curled into a bright, almost triumphant smile.
“Let’s go get married,” Vivian announced, her tone light but unmistakably bold.
Vivian pulled a folder from her bag. “I brought all the paperwork we’ll need. I even put on some makeup—do I look a little healthier now?” she asked. A comfortable warmth filled the CEO’s office, and Vivian’s smile gave her a certain charm.
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Her face showed more color than usual, not nearly as washed out as before. Hope lit up her eyes.
Still… whether it was exhaustion or something deeper, Brandon couldn’t bring himself to go through with a marriage today.
“Let’s wait for another day,” Brandon said quietly, his eyes dropping to avoid seeing the disappointment in Vivian’s expression.
He rubbed his forehead. “I’m pretty worn out. And getting married still takes a little planning, doesn’t it?” Chapters first released on findian studied Brandon’s tired face, his stubble visible, and saw just how drained he was. She decided not to push him further. Yet she longed for the day everything would be official, eager to call herself Brandon’s wife.
She couldn’t wait for the chance to parade her happiness in front of Millie, eager to see jealousy and pain in Millie’s eyes.
Thinking about that moment, Vivian spoke again. “Brandon, we don’t need a big celebration. No ceremony, no party. I just want you. That’s enough for me.”
Brandon still kept his gaze away from her.
“I understand you’re exhausted, and there’s been so much going on,” Vivian added softly. “I can be patient. Just… please don’t make me wait forever. Don’t let me down, okay?”
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