Chapter 938
Chapter 938:
She searched his face desperately for any sign of the tenderness she hoped to rekindle. “You looked at me so gently and whispered, ‘Shh, please be quieter. Millie is still sleeping.’ It was such a simple sentence, spoken only out of your love and consideration for her. But later, when I inevitably made small mistakes in my work, you showed me such kindness and patience. You even complimented my aesthetic sense to the secretarial staff, which meant the world to me. That’s when I fell hopelessly, uncontrollably in love with you p>
It was true that Vivian’s obsession with Brandon had begun the moment she witnessed his gentle, protective care for Millie. But her thoughts at the time had been far from innocent. The Bennett family had already lost their fortune and status. Millie was no longer a powerful heiress with valuable connections. In Vivian’s calculating mind, that meant she was Millie’s equal now and had a real chance to win Brandon’s affections. A man who was gentle, considerate, wealthy, and handsome should belong to her, not to someone whose family had fallen from grace.
Vivian watched Brandon’s expression carefully as she continued her manipulative performance. “Even though you were already committed to her back then, I didn’t care about that,” she lied smoothly. “Even if I could only be by your side temporarily, even if I could never be your first choice, I would have been willing to accept whatever small place you could give me in your life p>
Brandon’s eyes remained cold, his face a stone mask, no hint of warmth breaking through. Sensing the distance between them, Vivian decided to take a different approach, hoping to draw him in by letting herself appear vulnerable.
“You know, Brandon, I don’t regret taking her place that day,” said Vivian, her voice trembling. “If I hadn’t, you wouldn’t have started feeling guilty toward me. I got to be with you, even if it was just for a moment. For that, I’m grateful p>
In her mind, no one could resist a love like hers—a love that begged for scraps, a love that would throw itself at his feet without pride, one that had given up everything just to stay close.
“It was all for you, every step I took,” Vivian whispered, wrapping her fingers around Brandon’s hand. “Can’t you forgive me for that p>
𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊:
Brandon’s face twisted into something hard to read, caught somewhere between anger and disbelief. He said nothing, letting the silence stretch so long it felt suffocating. Finally, with a bitter edge to his smile, he asked, “That’s really it? That’s your whole reason p>
Vivian nodded with desperate enthusiasm, eyes brimming with hope. “That’s all there is to it. I just love you too much p>
A sharp, humorless laugh escaped Brandon, and he gripped the armrest so hard his knuckles blanched. The sound of his laughter hovered at the edge of madness. He let it die out, then stared straight at her and said, voice thick with sarcasm, “Vivian, you know who really said you had great taste? That was Millie, not me. And the one who forgave your petty mistakes? That was Millie, too p>
Brandon’s tone never softened as he continued, “Millie and I spent that whole night working at the company. We’d barely closed our eyes when you smashed the vase. The noise woke me up, and honestly, I was pissed. But Millie stopped me from lashing out at you. She said you’d shown up early because you cared about your work. She even mentioned how the flowers looked better lately and said you’d taken your job seriously p>
Vivian went silent, shocked by the revelation. So it was Millie all along? Not that it mattered, since she never really cared.
Her voice grew frantic. “None of that changes anything, Brandon. All that matters is how I feel about you. I went to that meeting and took the fall for her. You should be with me, not her p>