Chapter 661 The Breakfast


    Wrapped in the quilt, J reached out to turn on the light and then sat up to look at Brandon.


    Smiling brightly, she asked, "Why are you so scared? I''m not going to hurt you or anything."


    Her lighthearted, euphemistic voice made Brandon''s ears turn even redder.


    He didn''t raise his head and refused to look at the woman next to him.


    Clutching the quilt tightly, he felt a little depressed. He had never felt so helpless before.


    "Did you want to say something to me?" J asked curiously, tilting her head to the side.


    With a tense look on his face, Brandon finally raised his eyes to look at J, albeit hesitantly. He


    uttered, "You... Please don''t... I..."


    Seeing that he couldn''t even finish his sentence, J was amused. She shook her head


    helplessly, turned off the light, andy down with her back to Brandon.


    She then said softly, "Alright, I promise I won''t tease you again. You have work tomorrow. Good


    night."


    After that, J didn''t say anything more.


    Brandon breathed a sigh of relief. In the darkness, he looked at J''s outline quietly. Too many


    doubts shed through his mind.


    What kind of person was she?


    And how did they used to interact?


    To Brandon''s frustration, he still couldn''t remember anything. His head was filled with a thousand


    questions, but he couldn''t just wake J up and ask her without her finding out about his memory


    loss. In the end, he had no choice but to lie back down on the very edge of the bed, tucked himself


    in, and closed his eyes.


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    The rainstorms of early autumn were over, and winter quietly crept in.


    Brandon awoke to the sound of the strong winds beating against the window. When he got up to


    close the window, the delicious aroma of breakfast attracted him.


    He subconsciously nced back at the empty bed. Only then did he realize that J was not in


    the room.


    After quickly washing up, he trotted downstairs.


    It was a windy day, but there was no sign of rain. The sun was still bright outside.


    With an apron on, J set two cups of milk on the table and then went back to the kitchen to


    prepare the food.


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    Brandon mindlessly followed her into the kitchen.


    J was making sandwiches for breakfast. When she heard footsteps behind her, she turned


    around and smiled, "Good morning, sunshine! Go wash your hands. Breakfast is almost ready."


    Brandon was stunned for a few seconds. For some inexplicable reason, he felt that this scene was


    so familiar, as though he was experiencing deja vu.


    He thought about it long and hard. J''s busy figure gradually ovepped with that of his mother


    in his memories.


    Sylvia used to make him breakfast before he got up.


    The smell of delicious food in the early morning, the woman''s blurred face, and the familiar sound of


    cooking up a storm in the kitchen. This scene felt very familiar to him, but Brandon couldn''t


    remember anything more.


    His memory was too blurred. And whenever he tried to make it clear, he''d feel a dull pain in his


    head.


    Noticing his absent-mindedness, J waved her hand in front of him and asked, "Brandon?


    What''s on your mind? Come on. It''s time for breakfast."


    Brandon''s eyes gradually became clear. He nodded slightly and followed her to the dining table.


    There were sandwiches, bacon, eggs, and milk on the table—a beautiful breakfast spread.


    "Here you go." With a smile, J handed him a ss of milk.


    Brandon epted the ss with both hands and said awkwardly, "Oh, thank you."


    J gestured at the food on the table and urged him, "Taste it. I hope my cooking skills didn''t


    worsen while I was away."


    Brandon nodded. He slowly picked up a sandwich and hesitantly took a bite.


    The food J cooked was nothing special, but it tasted good. The meaty chicken and the


    crunchiness of lettuce mixed perfectly. There was no extra seasoning, but it was still a tasty and


    refreshing sandwich. Brandon''s heart felt warm while he ate it.


    "It''s delicious." He praised from the bottom of his heart.


    He hadn''t eaten such a good, home-cooked meal in so long. This made him feel for the first time


    that the word "home" was not so far away from him.


    The smile in J''s eyes didn''t fade away. After she finished thest of her milk, she winked at


    Brandon and said lightly, "As usual, I cook and you wash the dishes."


    Brandon nodded obediently. He didn''t think it was an unreasonable request. In fact, he even felt as


    though he had done this chore many times. But he had no idea when he did it and why he agreed to


    do chores in the first ce.


    Despite the nks in his mind, Brandon truly enjoyed the familiar feeling of a having a hearty


    breakfast. Suddenly, his phone started to ring.


    It was Charis calling.


    "Brandon, why aren''t you at the office yet? Did something happen?" Her voice was full of concern.


    "I''m okay. Don''t worry about me. You go ahead with the work." Brandon took a sip of milk. He gave


    her brief orders and then hung up.


    It was the first time that he had put aside his work for something else. Instead of rushing to the


    company, he finished breakfast with J unhurriedly and even washed the dishes afterwards.