Love's Redemption

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I felt a flush of embarrassment as soon as the words left my mouth.

Had I been too blunt? Surely, Brandon must have felt awkward, too.

But instead of distancing himself, he paused for almost half a minute before responding with a simple “Oh“.

I was surprised.

Oh? How could he have been so calm?

I looked up at him, and only then did he slowly straighten up.

“Your eyesight isn’t great,” he explained patiently. “I pointed it out to you, but you still couldn’t find it. How else could I help without getting closer?”

His explanation made perfect sense, leaving me feeling like I was the one overthinking things.

Then, Brandon casually walked oyer to a chair, settled down, and picked up his tablet to work on something.

After sneaking a few glances at him, I sipped some tea to calm my nerves so

could refocus on work.

There were indeed a few minor issues in the document Brandon had marked, but nothing major. He could have handled them himself easily.

If he needed clarification, a simple phone call would have sufficed. He made me wait so late to review these issues, and it seemed unnecessary.

Was he doing this on purpose? I couldn’t help but sneak another couple of glances at him.

But Brandon was engrossed in his work. He didn’t once meet my gaze, making me feel like I was being overly suspicious.

After addressing the issues he’d marked, I glanced over at him.

To my surprise, Brandon had fallen asleep with the tablet in his arms.

I’d thought he was immune to fatigue, but clearly, I was wrong. He was human, not immortal. Even gods need rest, as the celestial beings in today’s show

dozed off.

I watched him quietly.

His closed eyes and tanned skin exuded a masculine charm. His high nose bridge, illuminated by the overhead light, made him look just as captivating as any main character in a TV series enhanced by special effects.

Thinking about how Kara had complained about being tired, Brandon must have been even more exhausted.

As I worked alongside him these past few days, he often delegated various tasks.

But all the while, he was bustling up and down and even adjusted the lights. His work required both physical exertion and mental strain.

By the end of each day, he was definitely more worn out than I was. So, he must have been exhausted to be able to fall asleep like that.

Suddenly, a gust of wind lifted the curtains, and I felt a chill. Seeing Brandon in his short sleeves, I quietly got up, picked up a blanket from the bed, and

covered him with it.

”

I must have made a noise, or perhaps he was a light sleeper, because the moment the blanket touched him, he woke up.

He clasped my hand so tightly that it felt like my bones might break. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Ow,” I gasped.

He loosened his grip slightly but held on, staring at me intently.

Up close, I saw my own panicked reflection in his eyes and the depth of his dark pupils.

He remained silent. My lips trembled, but words failed me. We continued to gaze at each other until my awkward stance caused my leg to cramp, nearly making me stumble.

Brandon reached out with his other hand to support me.

With both my hands now in his grasp, I quickly regained my senses and explained, “… I noticed you had fallen asleep and thought you might get cold, so I covered you with a blanket.”

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Realizing how it might sound, I added hastily, “Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t

mean anything by it. I just… I was concerned about you getting sick, affecting our debugging in return.”

I tried to free my hands and escape, but Brandon didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled me closer.

Caught off guard, I almost fell into his lap. “Brandon…”

“Were you just worried I’d get sick and affect the debugging?” His voice was low and husky from sleep.

With my heart pounding, and cheeks flushed, I managed a breathless “yes“.