Chapter 663 Empty And Upset


    Brandon took out his phone and called J at once.


    On the other end, J was rather surprised that he would take the initiative to call her.


    "Where are you?" he snapped as soon as she answered.


    He soon realized how harsh he sounded, though. He cleared his throat and added in a much softer


    tone, "Why aren''t you home?"


    J was currently having breakfast. She leisurely took a sip of her milk before replying. "I was just


    about to tell you. I''vee back to Barnes."


    "What are you doing in Barnes?" Brandon asked, obviously unhappy.


    It made J burst intoughter. "I work here, so it shouldn''t be that surprising. I''ve been working


    remotely in thest few days, but it''s far from convenient. If I continued to stay in Seacisco, my


    career would suffer eventually."


    Brandon opened his mouth to express his grievance, but found that he didn''t know the right words


    to say.


    After floundering for a couple of seconds, he decided not to say anything altogether. Even so, a


    menacing scowl appeared on his face, and his fingers tightened around his phone.


    "Fine," he breathed before hanging up and brooding by the window.


    Since that day, Brandon devoted most of his time to work again.


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    He told himself repeatedly that it was a good thing that J was gone. He could finally focus on


    his business, just how it should have always been. Even so, every time he came home at night and


    found that there was no one to wee him, a wave of loneliness would wash over him. He often


    went to bed feeling empty and upset.


    It was a cold and rainy day in Seacisco. Autumn wasing to an end. The electric firece


    crackled in the living room, obscuring half of Brandon''s face as he sat at the dining table.


    He felt as though he was slowly drowning in the destion that filled his heart, much like the storm


    that was raging outside.


    He stared at the flower sitting on the mantel, thece cloth covering the table, and the photos


    hanging on the wall. These were tiny, inconspicuous details that were easy to ignore, but they


    particrly stood out to Brandon.


    J had only lived here for several days, but she had left traces of her everywhere. Now that she


    was gone, he slept alone and ate alone. Brandon found that he was rather unustomed to it now.


    He heaved a mournful sigh. Even the breakfast spread before him was tasteless and unappetizing.


    Having enough of the strange and indescribable emotions that were tormenting him, Brandon


    decided to move back to the hotel near thepany.


    He only returned to the vi once a week. And each time, he would be looking forward to seeing


    J cooking at home, waiting for him. She would greet him with that bright smile of hers, and then


    urge him to wash his hands before telling him that dinner was ready.


    It was nothing special, really, but his expectations never came true. To say that he was disappointed


    would be a gross understatement, but the hope would rekindle again the following week.


    Deep down, Brandon knew that he had changed. He could barely concentrate on work. He missed


    J terribly, though he wasn''t fully aware of the extent just yet, and how much it affected every


    other aspect of his life. He had even begun paying attention to the goings-on in the fashion industry.


    Despite this, he never made contact with her again.


    One day, Garrett called to inform him that there was something wrong with the project being


    handled by one of their branch offices in Barnes. He was suggesting that Brandon deal with it


    himself.


    "I heard from Garrett that it isn''t that big of a deal. The project manager merely asked for a leave of


    absence in the middle of the operations. I think sending an experienced project manager to take


    over it should be enough to settle the matter. Besides, Garrett is already in Barnes. You don''t have


    to go there yourself. It''s a rather long and tedious trip, too. It would be a hassle to go back and forth


    between Seacisco and Barnes. Just let them handle this." Charis was determined to stop him, of


    course. She remained calm throughout their conversation, but she made sure toy down every


    point she had at her disposal.


    "Our projects in Seacisco have beening along swimmingly, so there''s nothing to worry about. I


    haven''t been to our branchpany in Barnes in so long, anyway, so this would be a good


    opportunity for me to inspect their work." It was clear that Brandon had already made up his mind.


    He told himself that it wasn''t as if he had any personal agenda; he was only going to Barnes for


    work.


    That was all. He certainly wouldn''t be going there to see J.


    *******


    The Larson Group''s private jetnded at Barneste in the evening.


    As soon as he got off the ne, Brandon headed straight to his vi.


    To his dismay, he arrived to find that J wasn''t there, either.


    He immediately called Sean. "Is my wife not residing in our vi in Barnes?"


    Sean was speechless for a moment. "Mr. Larson, I''m afraid I have no idea. Perhaps Mrs. Larson is


    living with her parents."


    Brandon hung up without another word and called J.


    She sounded like she was just about to sleep. "What''s up?" she asked with a loud yawn.


    "Where are you staying?" "With my parents, of course." Brandon huffed in dissatisfaction. "Didn''t


    you say it yourself that we are a couple and that we should be living together? You muste to


    my vi and stay with me."