Chapter 797 All He Wanted


    The night grewte, and the moon was hidden behind the clouds.


    Brandon donned his pajamas and carried J to the sofa before changing the sheets.


    The indent of his muscles were visible even under the clothes. He turned his head and stared down


    at J, who looked utterly spent and exhausted.


    Brandon caressed her cheek lovingly. "You haven''t had dinner yet," he said in a gentle voice.


    "Would you like me to go downstairs and whip something up for you?"


    J''s eyes were already growing heavy. She yawned and clutched at one of the throw pillows


    around her. "No, thank you. I just wanna sleep..." With a faint smile, Brandon fetched some tissues


    and diligently wiped her off.


    Once he was done with the bed, he gathered her in his arms and ced put her back under the


    covers.


    She was so tired that she almost fell asleep as soon as she hit the mattress. J felt Brandon


    snuggle behind her, and then she heard him ask, "Would you like me to help you take a shower?"


    She shook her head, her eyes already tightly shut. She didn''t want to risk the possibility of dozing


    off in the bathroom.


    Brandon braced himself up on his elbow to look down at her. "Do you like boys, or would you prefer


    girls?" he asked, his eyes glittering in the dim light of the room.


    J was barely capable of forming an entire sentence at this point, so she only let out a soft hum.


    "I hope it''s a girl," he whispered in her ear as he pulled her into a tight embrace. "She''ll look just as


    adorable as you, and I''ll spoil her like a princess."


    J''s eyes popped open then. "What if she has the same personality as you?"


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    What if... their daughter turned out to be an introvert who didn''t like to mingle with other people?


    She might get isted from society.


    A wistful smile appeared on Brandon''s face. He pulled her even tighter. "That''s not so bad," he said


    softly. Don''t worry. I won''t let anyone bully our future daughter."


    J rolled over and returned his smile. "It doesn''t matter. As long as the baby is healthy, I don''t


    care whether it''s a boy or a girl."


    He pressed an affectionate kiss against her forehead. "I''ll do my best to be a good father. I''ll make


    sure our children are happy and content. We will have our own little family very soon."


    They would have a warm home with a strong father, a kind mother, and lovely children. It was all


    that Brandon had always wanted in life.


    Feeling a lump in her throat, J bit her lower lip and burrowed into the cocoon of his arms.


    She wanted to give him that, too.


    *****


    It was a night in the early spring when Barnes had its first rain of the season.


    In a deserted road, a man was limping hurriedly under the pouring rain. He risked a backward


    nce, only to find a dozen men brandishing knives and baseball bats as they chased after him.


    Jorge was so terrified that his knees almost gave out, but his desperation urged him to move


    forward.


    He couldn''t walk properly as it was, let alone run.


    In the end, they cornered him in a dark corner of the street.


    "Why are you after me? I have no quarrel with you!" Jorge''s voice was hoarse and strained, and he


    looked like a mangy dog that had been wandering the streets for days.


    He stared at the tall, burly men in front of him and decided that his best option was to beg for mercy.


    "Please let me go, I beg you! I did nothing to you, you have no reason toe after me!"


    The leader of the gang stepped forward and grabbed Jorge''s hair without warning, forcing him to


    look up. "We received orders from Mr. Larson to hunt down a man called Jorge Anderson. That man


    is you, isn''t it?"


    Jorge narrowed his eyes as beads of rain fell on his face. "No," he lied. "That''s not me. I don''t know


    who that man is, but you''ve got the wrong person!"


    The man loosened his grip slightly. He whirled around to his men and barked, "Did you find the


    wrong person?"


    "Hang on, Boss!" one of the goons stuttered. "Let me check the photos." He scrambled for his


    phone in a panic, afraid of the consequences of a possible blunder. He unlocked the screen and


    immediately browsed through his gallery.


    Seeing that they were distracted, Jorge slipped out of the leader''s hold and darted into the nearest


    alley.


    He could still hear the muffled conversation of the men he escaped.


    "It''s him, all right, Boss. He looks exactly like the man in the photos. Mr. Larson offered a million


    dors for his head!"


    "Well, what are you waiting for? After him!"


    Jorge mustered all the strength he had left and ran without looking back. Rage and anxiety took


    over his heart. He had no idea what he had done to offend Brandon Larson.


    Given his physical state and his anguished mind, he soon found himself losing his bnce and


    falling face first on the ground.


    Hurried footsteps thundered behind him.