Chapter 552 Brooklyn Teaches Brandon How to Woo Women
Brooklyn carefully wrapped the bandages around Brandon's hands, and then methodically organized the tools and medications.
"Did you send the roses at the door?" she asked, referring to the large bouquet, each bloom vibrant and fresh.
Brandon looked at his injured hands."Yeah, I bought them. I wanted to surprise her today, but then this happened." Brandon sank into the couch, sighing helplessly.
Brooklyn finished packing the medical kit, placed it on the table, and then sat by the bed, gently running her fingers through Bianca's hair, her movements slow and tender.
"Don't send her red roses anymore, or any red flowers. She doesn't like them. She says red flowers remind her of blood and that day with her family."
Brooklyn's fingers combed through Bianca's hair. She couldn't help but sigh.
What kind of scene was it, with all her family killed except her?
What kind of anger and pain does a survivor feel?
Brandon stood up, supported himself on the couch, and slowly walked to the window. He knelt on one knee, looking down at the pale-faced woman on the bed. He wanted to take on everything for her, to never let her suffer any more pain or injustice.
"I used to not understand why Sebastian was so protective of you, why he was so obsessed. Back then, I couldn't see it. Why couldn't he just find another woman? Now I get it. When someone like her appears, she becomes the only one. No one else can replace her. Even if it costs your life, you have to protect her."
Brandon held Bianca's hand in his, kissed the blood-stained hand, and continued, "I never thought I'd have a day like this. It's ironic, isn't it?"
Brooklyn smiled knowingly. She moved to the couch, leaving the warmth and romance of the room to the two of them.
"Brandon, they say a playboy becomes devoted once he turns around. I never believed it before, but now I do."
Brandon sighed deeply, his brows furrowing. "But damn it, I don't know how to take care of a woman. You tell me why are women so complicated? Not too light, not too heavy, not too close, not too far. What's the right way?"
Brooklyn shrugged, wiping the blood from her hands with some tissues, her mind drifting back to her days with Sebastian.
Back then, they almost nailed each other to the wall, wanting to inflict all the pain and venom on each other.
And yet?
"Brandon, I believe that no matter how many detours they take, people who love each other will end up together. And I think all love that starts with love will end in happiness."
Brandon stared at Brooklyn for a long time, as if trying to see through her.
Brooklyn felt a chill down her spine under his gaze. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Brandon looked at Bianca, then at Brooklyn, shaking his head. "Women are different. Women in nightclubs all look the same, have the same skills, no distinction. I always thought women were clones of each other. But seeing you two, I realize women are very different."
What kind of insight was that?
Brooklyn wiped her hands clean, got up, and went to the bathroom. She came back with a wet towel and handed it to Brandon. "Help her clean her face and hands."
Brandon shocked. "Me?"
"Who else? Me?" She retorted.
Brandon frowned. "I'll try."
"Brandon, you said you wanted to take care of her. Taking care of her means you should at least seem capable, right?"
"I'll try. After this, I'll ask Sebastian for some tips."
Brooklyn was helpless at Brandon. Watching his clumsy attempts to clean Bianca's blood, she was almost amused.
Thinking about it, Sebastian was quite good.
"Bianca's feud with Marc has hurt her deeply. I know."
It took Brandon a while to speak.
Brooklyn nodded. "Marc deserves to die a thousand times over! But Bianca, that silly girl, tried to use her beauty to bring Marc down. How much pain must she be in?"
Brandon paused. "It won't happen again. Never again. I'll take good care of her."
Brooklyn patted his shoulder. "Good! I believe you can do it!"
At that moment, Brooklyn's phone rang.
As expected, it was Sebastian.
Seeing his call, Brooklyn's demeanor instantly changed, becoming soft and dependent.
"What's up?" Her voice unconsciously softened, a reaction she couldn't explain as a doctor.
On the other end, Sebastian had just left his office. He'd been called into an impromptu meeting by Brian that afternoon, leaving him with a headache and in a foul mood.
But hearing Brooklyn's voice, the gloom in his heart dissipated significantly.
"Are you home?"
Brooklyn glanced at the time. It was already past eight.
"I'm at Bianca's place. I haven't gone home yet."
Brandon noticed the change in Brooklyn's tone and mouthed, "Sebastian?"
Brooklyn rolled her eyes at him, not answering.
Not answering was better than answering.
Sebastian pressed the VIP elevator button and stepped inside. "Today is the Gomez family's memorial day. Visiting Bianca today and not coming home this late, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
"I'm not alone. Brandon is here too. He almost had his Memorial Day today. He was in danger. Do you want to come see him?"
Brandon was displeased. "Sebastian! Brooklyn is cursing me! Aren't you going to do something about it?"
Sure enough, it was Brandon's voice. "Brandon, I'll send you some extra flowers for your memorial tomorrow. Rest in peace."
"Fuck! You're something else!"
After talking to Brandon, Sebastian checked his watch. "I'll come find you. Wait for me."
"OK, be safe on the way."
As they said their goodbyes, Brandon rolled his eyes at the ceiling. "You two, show up less in front of me. Don't hurt me before I say goodbye to being single."
"We'll see," Brooklyn smirked.
"Brooklyn, I'm wondering now, did Sebastian corrupt you, or did you corrupt Sebastian? No, you two are just perfectly bad together!"
Sebastian arrived downstairs but didn't come up. He called Brooklyn instead.
Before leaving, Brooklyn reminded Brandon, "Brandon, take good care of Bianca. Let me know when she wakes up."
Brandon pouted with envy and jealousy. "What does 'take good care' mean?"
"Pamper her, indulge her. Listen to whatever she says, do whatever she asks." Brooklyn summarized.
Brandon thought for a moment. "No way! Bianca likes to tell me to get lost! Should I get lost?"
"Of course not! If she tells you to get lost, you can't get lost. If she tells you to leave, you can't leave. If she tells you to disappear, you can't disappear!"
"But you said to go along with her?"
Facing Brandon's eager eyes, Brooklyn was at a loss for words.
"Figure it out yourself. I can only help you this much."
Brooklyn grabbed her car keys and left, her tall, elegant figure disappearing quickly.
Sebastian stood by the car, one hand in his pocket, his black suit sharp and tall. The white shirt underneath was crisp and clean, and the royal blue tie added a touch of coolness and calm.
The Maybach was parked under a streetlamp, the Baroque-style light casting a glow. He stood under the light, radiating elegance.
Seeing Sebastian like this, Brooklyn's heart skipped a beat. She was used to his stunning looks, but every time she saw him looking even more handsome, her heart still raced.
After all these years of seeing him countless times, she still felt the same excitement and surprise.
"Sebastian, have you been waiting long?"
Brooklyn twirled her keychain, her long legs walking towards him, catching the pleasant scent of tequila in the air.
Sebastian's deep voice sounded above her head, his large hand wrapping around her waist. "Just in time."
Brooklyn leaned her head against his chest, taking a deep breath of the air that smelled like him. "Bianca almost committed suicide today. Brandon stopped her."
Sebastian's arm tightened around her. "Did it scare you?"
Brooklyn nodded. "A little. When I got there, Bianca had already passed out. And thinking about it, it was pretty scary."
Her arm wrapped around his waist, accidentally touching his belt, making her heart skip a beat. She quickly moved her hand away.
Sebastian's long fingers smoothed her hair, his hand moving through her locks to rest on her back. "I'm here. What are you afraid of?"
Greedily snuggling into his embrace, she smiled softly. "Not afraid anymore."
Sebastian held her, bathed in the light. "We won't end up like that."
Brooklyn nodded, touched by his gentle words.
"Alright, let's go home. I want to go home."
"Okay, let's go home. Which car do you want to take?"
Brooklyn raised an eyebrow. "Yours. Your car is better than mine." She handed him the keys.
Sebastian smiled silently. "If you want this car, it's yours."
"I don't want it! If you're giving someone a gift, it should be new, right? I don't want a second-hand one."
"Alright!"
He laughed heartily, making her heart skip a beat again.
They got into the Rolls-Royce, Sebastian driving, Brooklyn in the passenger seat. The car turned, its sleek black lines disappearing into the night.
Jake sat in front of his computer, a light flashing on the screen. He held the mouse, watching the surveillance footage of Sebastian getting into the car. The image was a bit blurry, but it was clear enough to identify Sebastian.
Jake took a deep breath, pressing his fingers to his forehead. Anger and a murderous intent flushed Jake's face. He released his forehead and picked up the remote control.
Just press this button, and the car would be destroyed, leaving no survivors.
Everything would be over; just press it!
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