I Become A CEO After Divorce

Chapter 1066: What Do You Like About Me?

Chapter 1066: What Do You Like About Me?

After arriving at the company, Brandon took Sandy to his office. "Wait for me here for a while. Once I'm

done, we'll head back. If you need anything, you can find someone at the entrance. Berton is also

around."

Sandy nodded. "Go ahead and handle your work."

Brandon acknowledged her and, before leaving, leaned in to plant a soft kiss on Sandy's lips. "If you're

tired, you can rest in the lounge inside. I'll sort things out quickly."

Sandy nodded again. "Alright."

Once Brandon had arranged everything for Sandy, he hurriedly left the office.

Sandy watched him leave and was about to get up to explore the office when her phone rang.

Upon seeing the caller ID, Sandy hesitated for a moment before answering, "Mr. Austin."

"So, you're back to addressing me formally so quickly?" Anthony's lazy voice came through the phone.

Sandy tightened her grip on the phone. "Anthony."

Anthony responded, "That's more like it. I guess it wasn't in vain that I shamelessly followed you to

Viteto."

His words were quite straightforward.

Sandy fell silent for a moment. "When are you going back to Manchester City?"

"Why? Want me to leave? Don't want to cause trouble for Brandon?" Anthony asked.

Speaking in a hushed tone, Sandy said, "If you're available tomorrow, I'd like to invite you to dinner."

Anthony was surprised by Sandy's request but laughed. "Sure, I'm free anytime tomorrow." This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Sandy paused for a moment and then softly called out, "Anthony."

"What is it?"

"Which part of me do you like?" Sandy asked over the phone.

After hearing Sandy's question, Anthony was silent for a few seconds before playfully asking, "Which

part of Brandon do you like? Let me try and see if I can change myself to match your preferences."

Anthony's response shifted the question back to Sandy.

And the answer was quite evident.

When you like someone, you just do.

No specific reasons or explanations.

She liked Brandon.

Anthony liked her.

Sandy pursed her lips and didn't say anything further. She simply whispered, "See you tomorrow

then?"

Anthony made a sound of agreement. This time, he didn't wait for Sandy to hang up; he ended the call

first.

Sandy held the phone for a moment, then turned and sat on the nearby couch. Perhaps due to the

exhaustion of the past few days, Sandy started to feel drowsy. Before she knew it, her eyes closed, and

she fell asleep.

When Brandon finished his work and returned to the office, the first thing he noticed was Sandy, half-

reclining on the couch, fast asleep.

Berton was still speaking, but Brandon gestured for him to stop and whispered, "You handle that

matter. Make sure to send the compensation as soon as possible."

Berton paused as Brandon interrupted. Then he cast a glance inside the office, and when he saw

Sandy asleep on the couch, he swallowed his words and whispered, "Understood."

Finishing his response, Berton hesitated for a moment before adding, "Mr. Hawkins, would you like me

to drive you back later?"

Brandon pondered for a few seconds before replying, "You can go ahead and drive. I'll come down

later."

Berton nodded and excused himself before leaving.

Entering the office, Brandon closed the door behind him and approached Sandy. He crouched down in

front of her and couldn't resist reaching out to touch her face. Softly, he called out, "Sandy?"

Sandy, being a light sleeper, opened her eyes and glanced at Brandon. Recognizing him, she naturally

extended her hand toward him. "Tired."

Brandon reached out and pulled her into his arms. "Shall we head home?"

Sandy mumbled in agreement, leaning against Brandon as if she were boneless.

Brandon bent down, scooped her up into his arms, and turned to leave.

"Who's Brandon carrying!?"

As soon as Brandon entered the elevator, chaos erupted in the office.

"Who saw his face just now?"

"I just want to know, who saw Mr. Hawkins bringing someone into the office earlier?"

"No way, could it be true? Did Mr. Hawkins really get together with Qing Mei?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Our Mr. Hawkins isn't like that, right?"

"Oh my, I think Sandy suits Mr. Hawkins better than Qing Mei."

"I agree. I like seeing Brandon with his sweet little wife."

"Who cares about your opinion? I still think Qing Mei is better than some random girl."

"I disagree. Why can't a chance encounter compare to destiny?"

"Enough!" Just then, a sharp voice cut through the commotion. "Are you all so idle? Have you finished

planning the proposal?"

The room immediately fell silent under the reprimand.

In reality, there were quite a few female employees in the company who had ulterior motives regarding

Brandon. However, they were all sensible.

Appreciation was one thing, but harboring unreasonable thoughts was another matter.

As Brandon carried Sandy downstairs, Berton had already parked the car by the company entrance.

Seeing Brandon come out with Sandy in his arms, Berton got out of the car and opened the door for

them.

Brandon settled Sandy into the car before he followed and sat down.

"Let's head back to the apartment."

Brandon had no intention of taking Sandy back to his house at the moment.

Berton nodded and closed the car door, then started the engine, taking Brandon and Sandy to the

Hawkins family residence.

Perhaps having Brandon by her side gave Sandy a sense of security. During the journey from the

company to home, Sandy continued sleeping, completely unaware of her surroundings.

When Brandon carried her out of the car, he instructed Berton briefly before entering the house with

Sandy in his arms.

Sandy had slept for quite a while. It wasn't until the evening that she finally woke up.

As she woke up, Sandy instinctively reached out

beside her, only to find an empty space.

The remnants of sleepiness vanished in an instant. Sitting up, Sandy looked around to get her bearings

before throwing off the covers and getting out of bed.

Once she left her room, Sandy still couldn't see Brandon anywhere.

"Brandon?"

Sandy called out.

However, there was no response for a moment.

Sandy could only sigh and walk over to the living room couch. She slumped down tiredly onto it.

Just then, the sound of the front door opening reached her ears.

Sandy looked up.

Brandon entered the apartment, and upon seeing Sandy, he quickly set down the things in his hands.

Taking a few steps forward, he crouched down in front of Sandy. "Awake?"

Sandy, a bit slow to react, gazed at Brandon and softly inquired, "Where did you go?"

"Bought a few things. Are we staying here for the next couple of days?" Brandon asked gently.

Sandy nodded. "Yes."

After a moment's pause, Sandy remembered that her sister Stella was also here. "My sister is here

too."

"I'll have the guest room prepared for her later," Brandon assured.

Sandy didn't object and nodded. Then, looking at Brandon, she asked, "Are we not going back today?"

Brandon glanced at his watch. "Take your time. We'll head back soon. I got a call from my sister just

now. She said dinner is ready at home."

Sandy didn't want to keep them waiting. After Brandon finished speaking, she stood up and said, "I'm

ready. Let's go back quickly and not keep them waiting."

Seeing Sandy's determination, Brandon couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Alright."

Sandy got up, turned, and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. After a quick wash, she joined

Brandon at the door, and they left together, heading to the Hawkins family residence.