Chapter 591 Brandon Finally Achieved His Goal
Bianca hadn't said the word "love" in a long time. Did she still know how to love? Did she still have the capacity for it?
Crying harder and harder in his arms, Bianca nodded, her head pressed against his chest. She nodded twice, her face buried in his shirt, muffling her breath and voice. She replied in a muffled tone, "I don't love you."
Brandon held the stubborn, strong-willed woman tightly, not minding her contradictory words. "It's okay if you don't love me now. There will come a day... you'll fall in love with me. I'll wait for that day."
Bianca's slender fingers clutched his waist, using all her strength to pull him closer. She wanted to be closer, afraid that everything in front of her was just a beautiful dream.
After a long time, Bianca finally lifted her head. Through her unshed tears, she saw the bedroom's twinkling lights, the dim, dreamy glow highlighting Brandon's jawline, making his facial features appear incredibly soft.
"Brandon. Are you sure what you're saying to me right now is real? Are you sober? Did you drink too much?" Bianca asked.
Brandon took her hand and placed it over his heart. Through his shirt and muscles, she could feel his strong heartbeat, fast and powerful.
"I'm very sober, more than ever. I know exactly what I'm doing. Bianca, I've waited a long time for this day. I've met countless people and had many women around me, but you're the only one who makes my heart race like this. Feel it for yourself."
Under her palm, his heartbeat was fast. In the quiet bedroom, it was almost the only sound left. No more words were needed; she believed him.
"What did you take to make your heart beat so fast? Aren't you afraid it'll jump out?"
"If it jumps out, that'd be even better. You could see if your name is written on my heart."
Bianca's eyes widened slightly. She looked up and met his gaze.
"Smooth talker! Save those lines for the women outside. Don't say them to me." Bianca pretended to be angry, struggling with her arms, but he held her tighter.
"From now on, I'll only lie to you. I'll be your one and only liar, deceiving you for a lifetime."
The ambiguous night, combined with Brandon's seductive voice filled with affection, made Bianca's heart tremble with every word.
Bianca had never heard such sweet talk, such vows. They felt so distant from her.
"Brandon, I don't like riding Ferris wheels. I don't want to get addicted to happiness at its peak and then fall back to the bottom. Don't give me such high expectations."
"I swear, every word I say is sincere. You have to believe me. I'll show you."
"Show me?" Bianca asked, quickly recalling past events.
Brandon didn't think deeply about it. He led her to the floor-to-ceiling window, hugging her from behind, pointing to the lights outside. "Bianca, do you like it here?"
The view was good, the perspective wide. The cityscape outside was impressive, and the location was excellent.
"It's not bad."
Brandon rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice low and sexy. "Move in with me. You can change the decor to any style you like."
"So you want a long-term arrangement, not just a one-time service? Isn't that too much to ask?"
"Bianca, I'm starting to wonder whose thoughts are dirtier between us. I mean, move in with me so I can take care of you. You work hard, and living alone means you might not eat properly or see a doctor when you're sick. If you live with me, I can protect you anytime, anywhere. Do you understand?"
She understood, but it felt unreal. Were these words really coming from Brandon?
"Where did you learn these lines?" Bianca asked.
"Fuck! I've used everything I've learned in my life for tonight, and you think I'm borrowing lines? That hurts, Bianca. You're... really making me angry!" He held his heart, pretending to be hurt. Bianca laughed and punched his chest. "Stop pretending."
"So, will you agree? Move in with me."
Bianca wasn't someone who couldn't let go, but why did Brandon only suggest living together and not mention marriage?
Bianca, who wasn't usually sensitive, became sensitive when it came to matters of the heart.
"Move in... I haven't decided yet."
"How long do you need to think? I'll wait for you."
He responded too quickly, and Bianca couldn't keep up, making the conversation feel disjointed.
Brandon suddenly slapped his forehead. "Oh, you haven't eaten yet, right? I tried cooking today. I don't know if you'll like it. Libertya's food is too complicated, and the open kitchen here isn't suitable for it, so I made something simple. Let's go eat."
Bianca was stunned. "You cooked?"
Brandon nodded proudly. "I've never cooked before, but I gave it a shot. It might not taste great, but you can be the judge, and I'll get better."
Hearing his words, Bianca was speechless.
In the bright dining room, the table was covered with a pristine embroidered tablecloth, without a single wrinkle. On the tablecloth was a black, wide-mouthed vase filled with white lilies and a few yellow carnations.
She didn't like roses, and Brandon remembered Brooklyn mentioning it.
The scent of lilies was elegant. In front of them were five dishes: avocado salad, salmon, steak, clam chowder, and a chestnut cake.
The presentation was nice, even if she didn't eat it, it was visually pleasing. Bianca didn't know that Brandon, who lived a pampered life, could cook.
Salad was simple, but salmon and steak were challenging, and clam chowder wasn't easy to make. Plus, the little cake at the end, she couldn't imagine Brandon piping frosting.
"This... the dessert isn't mine. I tried, but it was too difficult, so I gave up. The cake was delivered. It's chestnut-flavored. Do you like it?" He asked her cautiously across the table, his eyes full of anticipation, like a child waiting for praise.
Men unintentionally became children in front of the ones they love. It turned out to be true.
Bianca pursed her red lips. "I'll know if it's good after I taste it."
She picked up the knife and fork, cutting a small piece of steak and putting it in her mouth. The steak was medium-well, slightly tough at first, but after a few bites, she realized it seemed to be medium-rare.
"The taste is pretty good."
"Really? If you like it, eat more. Do you like this wine? Or should I get another bottle from the wine cabinet?"
Poken Winery's high-end red wine, a collector's edition, how could it be bad? Brandon had prepared so many surprises today, and put in so much effort. If he just wanted to sleep with her, it would be too much trouble, wouldn't it?
Bianca shook her head, still doubting his motives.
She must have lived too fast in a complicated world, making it hard to believe in true love.
Candlelight adorned the dinner, and stars blended with the wine. Such a dinner tasted like love.
The doubts and concerns before dinner disappeared with his thoughtful care. Bianca realized that Brandon's feelings for her were deeper than his words.
She was falling. After enjoying dinner, it was already late at night.
Brandon rubbed his hands nervously, his face flushed, either from the wine or genuine shyness. At this moment, Brandon's face was red.
"Um... I'll take you home."
Bianca laughed, seeing the blushing Brandon for the first time.
"You drank too. How will you take me? Aren't you afraid of drunk driving?" Under the influence of alcohol, Bianca's face was also slightly red. The alcohol burned her skin, making her cells restless.
Brandon grabbed his car keys. "Then... I'll find a driver for you. You drove here..."
Bianca leisurely watched Brandon, who was thinking hard about his words. "Brandon, is there more wine?"
Brandon paused, looking at the empty wine glasses on the table. "Do you want more? I'll get it."
Bianca dropped her bag, her soft arms reaching in front of Brandon, catching him off guard and pulling down his white shirt collar with force.
Brandon was forced to lower his head. In his daze, Bianca's lips met his.
A muffled sound escaped Brandon's throat. Being pulled by the collar for a kiss, this had never happened in his life of pursuing women!
Bianca pulled Brandon to the height where their lips perfectly met, gently absorbing the remaining wine aroma from his mouth.
Brandon's eyes widened in surprise at her actions. "Bianca..."
Bianca loosened her grip, breaking the kiss with a seductive smile. "Isn't there still wine? I like drinking this way."
"Really? I have more in stock. Want to drink to your heart's content?"
His warm hand pressed against her slender waist, step by step, gently coaxing.
Bianca kicked off her high heels, slightly tipsy. "Why not? If you're willing to give, I'm willing to drink."
"Give, I'll give you everything." Brandon bent down and lifted Bianca, stepping up the wooden stairs. The twinkling lights whispered, "I love you."
Brandon threw her onto the bed, his fingers unbuttoning his shirt, heat radiating.
Bianca's voice was soft. "Mine too, I'll give you everything, all of it..."
Brandon leaned down. "Bianca, call me honey, okay?"
"No!"
"Be good."
"Honey."
That was what he was waiting for.
Her long hair cascaded over her arms, collarbone, and waist. Tiny beads of sweat gathered, muffling their breaths, as they indulged in the endless night.
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