Chapter 1250 She Was So Endearing______


    The air in the reception room crackled with tension, drawing the worried gazes of the receptionist


    and assistant just outside.


    Peeking in, the assistant hesitantly offered, "Mr. and Mrs. Larson, allow us to handle this."


    The receptionist, who had been quietly observing the unfolding drama, also chimed in nervously,


    "Yes, we''ll clean up. Please, take a break."


    Neither wanted to witness their boss sh with his wife, fearing potential fallout.


    Brandon nced at them, icilymanding, "You may leave for the day."


    Relieved, the receptionist and assistant bid their farewells and hastily exited.


    J''s fury red as she watched them leave.


    Through gritted teeth, she spat, "Brandon! They''re my employees. Why do they obey you so


    willingly?"


    With a raised eyebrow, he replied, "I''ve paid them a portion of their sries in advance."


    J was momentarily speechless. "You..."


    Fearing her anger, Brandon added, "If it truly bothers you, you can repay me once the studio turns a


    profit."


    Unexpectedly, this only fueled J''s anger.


    She seethed with anger at Brandon''s unteral decision-making, feeling as if he wanted to control


    her life.


    She then stormed out without a backward nce.


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    Brandon could only sigh and helplessly followed her.


    As she fumed, J remembered she hadn''t changed the address on the social tform. Pulling


    out her phone, she angrily updated it on the go.


    She refused to use the shop Brandon had secured as her studio!


    Absorbed in her task, J was startled by a car horn and heard a man shouting, "Get out of the


    way! Move!"


    Perplexed, J lifted her head.


    In a heartbeat, her eyes widened with terror as she found herself staring into the path of an


    oing motorcycle.


    Although she yearned to evade the imminent danger, the sight of the speeding motorcycle left her


    paralyzed.


    Fear consumed her, stealing away any chance to react in time.


    Just as the motorcycle was about to collide with J, a strong grip yanked her back.


    She found herself enveloped by Brandon''s arms.


    His sturdy chest shielded her as they tumbled to the ground, followed by a muffled groan beneath


    her.


    "Are you okay?" Brandon asked, concerncing his voice. "Did you get hurt?"


    Suddenly lucid, tears welled in J''s eyes.


    Scrambling to her feet, she anxiously inspected him for injuries. "I''m fine. Are you hurt?"


    "Ouch!" Brandon winced, raising his left hand. "My hand hurts. I think it''s dislocated."


    J flew into a panic.


    She choked back tears. "We need to get to a hospital."


    Gently extending his right hand, Brandon wiped away J''s tears. "It''s not a problem. Let''s head


    home; we have a family doctor."


    "Okay..." Nodding through sobs, J gingerly supported him. "Be careful. Don''t touch your left


    hand."


    Seeing her concern, Brandon''s heart softened.


    She was so endearing.


    Upon arriving home, J rushed to find the doctor.


    "Honey, wait."


    Her hand was suddenly caught by Brandon.


    Puzzled, she turned to see him holding her with his supposedly injured left hand.


    He tricked her!


    Realizing she''d been deceived, J tried to wrench free and flee.


    But in the next instant, she found herself swept into Brandon''s arms as he carried her toward the


    bedroom.