Chapter 1059 Having Dinner Together
Mia lowered her eyes despondently. "I'm fine."
"Are you really fine?" But Brandon didn't think so. It seemed like Mia had something sad on her mind.
Brandon asked, "How's Scarlett?"
Mia nodded. "She's doing well. But her dementia is getting worse as she aged."
"What about George?"
Mia hesitated for a moment, then replied, "I haven't seen him much lately; he's been quite busy."
"Is it that you haven't seen him, or you don't want to see him?"
"Mr. Smith," Mia said, "Let's not always talk about me. How have you been lately?"
Brandon looked at Mia, thinking that Ava's situation had something to do with her.
But Ava herself didn't know about it, and it was not so good telling Mia now. So he said, "I've been good. Not much, other than being busy. I just find myself wondering what you're up to from time to time. Are you still mad at me about last time?"
Mia smiled faintly. "I was never mad about that, so you don't need to worry."
"As long as you're not mad."
They talked for a long time. As dinner ended, they still didn't seem ready to leave.
It was getting quite late when Brandon glanced at the time. "Sorry for taking up so much of your time."
Mia said, "It's okay. I didn't have anything else to do anyway."
"Let me drive you home."
"No, it's fine. I drove myself."
"No way," Brandon said sternly, "You just had a drink. Take my car, and let the driver take you home."
Mia thought for a moment, then nodded. "Alright."
Then, Brandon led Mia to the car. The black bulletproof car sped through the night.
Brandon pressed a button, separating the driver's seat from the back seats. Sitting next to Brandon, Mia felt very nervous.
"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" Brandon asked.
Mia shook her head. "No."
"Do you want to come to my place? There's no one there, just me."
Mia's heart raced. Brandon was clearly inviting her.
Knowing Mia's hesitation, Brandon said, "It's okay if you don't want to. I won't force you. It's just that sometimes living alone feels lonely, and I wish I had someone to keep me company. I believe you understand loneliness better than I do."
Compared to young girls, he preferred mature and experienced women like Mia.
Young girls were nice and appealing to men, but they lacked the depth that came with time.
The more sophisticated a man was, the less he pursued just young women. They preferred women with stories, much like aged wine: the older it was, the richer the flavor, and each sip told a story.
Mia's vision suddenly blurred a bit. She did have stories—those painful, unpleasant memories.
Her first love married another woman, and took her child, now threatening and coercing her.
And her husband betrayed her too, left with another woman, abandoning their son.
Now, both men regretted it and wanted her back. How ridiculous.
Now that it was all in the past, thinking about it now was meaningless. She and George or Dalton could never go back.
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