Chapter 709: The Little Thief


    Brandon''s body visibly stiffened.


    Hearing the psychologist''s pointed question, he panicked.How he regretted not being cautious enough!


    He forgot to ask Frank to deal with his medical records and ended up giving the psychologist genuine


    information.


    And of course, he saw that Brandon had been prescribed a lot of painkillers.Now he had no choice but


    toe clean.


    "I''ve seen several doctors before, but none of their prescriptions worked.Gradually, I felt even


    worse.Every time I tried to recall the past, I would have a splitting headache that would only be relieved


    by painkillers.But don''t worry.I''m not addicted or anything.In fact, I''m reducing the dosage now."


    "Didn''t my father introduce you to a doctor?" J asked in disbelief, unable to believe what she had


    heard.


    "I thought you were getting better..."


    After all, Brandon had never even mentioned anything about his splitting headaches to her at all.


    Seeing her so worried, Brandon reached for her hand and patted itfortingly.


    "That doctor said that there''s no way to cure me."


    The more J thought about it, the more distraught she became.She shook off his hand and


    demanded, "Howe you didn''t tell me sooner? Brandon, some balls you have!"


    Brandon pursed his lips and fell silent for a while.Then he said in a low voice, "I just didn''t want you to


    worry too much."


    J was so angry that she couldn''t even look at him.She didn''t say a single word all throughout the


    consultation.


    When it was over, they went home together in silence.иσν???вσσк.￠σмBrandon knew that she was still


    seething.After putting down their things, he walked up to her and asked, "Honey, do you want to go to


    the supermarket? We can cook up a nice meal together."


    J shot him a murderous re and sneered angrily.


    "No, thanks.I''m not eating tonight.I''m already full—of anger."


    She wanted to run upstairs, but Brandon stopped her.


    "What do you want?"


    J asked through gritted teeth, hand poised to p him.


    Flinching, Brandon immediately let go of her to cover his face.


    "Anywhere but the face!" J sighed.


    She was just bluffing.How could she really p him? Anyway, she was free now.She turned around


    and went upstairs.


    "I''m going to bed.Don''t wake me."


    She ran inside the room and mmed the door behind her.


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    Brandon stood alone at the staircase, feeling depressed.


    Damn it! Not only was that psychotherapy session useless, it even worsened the rtionship between


    them! With a heavy heart, Brandon busied himself in the kitchen alone.The food he cooked smelled


    really divine.He had even prepared some dessert.


    All of the food was carefullyid out on the table.He knocked on the bedroom door and called J


    softly.


    "Honey, it''s time for dinner.You can go back to sleep after eating.I''ll wait for you downstairs."


    Soon, J opened the door and looked out.


    The delicious smell of the food wafted over to her nose.Her mouth watered, but she refused to give in.


    "I said, I''m not eating.Eat by yourself.Stop disturbing me!"


    She was obviously still angry with him.Truth be told, the smell of the food made her really hungry, but


    she refused to eat with him.She had already said that she wouldn''t eat.


    If she went downstairs for dinner now, Brandon would onlyugh at her.However, J tossed and


    turned in bed restlessly, her stomach grumbling nonstop.


    In the end, her willpower was defeated by her hungry stomach.She was so hungry that she couldn''t


    sleep a wink.


    ncing at the clock on the wall, she found that it was already one o''clock in the morning.She


    reasoned that Brandon must''ve fallen asleep by then.She could go downstairs and grab a quick bite.


    Brandon didn''t have to know.


    Aftering up with a n, J made up her mind.She climbed out of bed, put on her robe, and


    rushed downstairs.


    The food had been stored in the refrigerator with a stic wrap.


    J took out the food, opened the stic wrap, and picked up a meatball before stuffing it into her


    mouth.


    With the sound of a click, the lights in the kitchen went on in an instant.


    The sudden light stunned J.She squinted, waiting for her eyes to adjust, and then she saw a tall


    man.


    Brandon was standing in front of her with his arms crossed.He raised his eyebrows, nced at the


    meatballs in her hand, and then looked at her bulging cheeks.


    "Does it taste good, you little thief?"