Chapter 905 Brandon Is Truly Double-Standard
"Mr. Russell, Mr. Douglas still won't eat."
Brandon and Theodora were deep in conversation when the nanny rushed over, looking worried.
She reported that Bradley was refusing to eat.
The door to the room was locked from both the inside and the outside.
Bradley couldn't escape, nor would he let anyone in.
Brandon frowned, clearly irritated. "If he doesn't want to eat, let him starve."
Theodora was curious. "Who's staying at your place?"
Brandon rubbed his temples. "An idiot."
In Brandon's eyes, Bradley was nothing but a fool.
"I'm a bit curious. It's the first time I've seen you let someone stay at your house." Theodora paused, then looked upstairs with curiosity.
What kind of person could make Brandon bend his rules?
"Oh my God! What's he doing?" Theodora was shocked as she looked up at the second-floor window. A man was climbing out and about to jump.
Brandon froze for a moment, then quickly stood up and looked in Bradley's direction.
"Bradley!" Brandon shouted, frowning. "Are you crazy? Do you want to lose that leg?"
Brandon rushed towards the room, panic evident in his movements.
He didn't even realize how frantic and out of control he was.
Theodora stood there, stunned for a long time, then quietly asked the nanny beside her, "What's the relationship between Brandon and that man?"
The nanny hesitated. "Mr. Russell probably doesn't want Mr. Douglas to get into trouble, Miss Fairfax. Don't overthink it."
Theodora nodded, silently watching the man standing on the window ledge.
He was on the second floor, not too high, and his face was strikingly handsome.
One had to admit, the Douglas family had strong genes.
Bradley bore a strong resemblance to Ethan, though not as rugged, but still stunning at first glance.
"He's really... good-looking," Theodora whispered.
It was a face that could make women jealous.
Bradley glanced back, hearing Brandon kicking the door, and then jumped from the window.
The intense pain nearly made him black out. He forced himself to endure the discomfort in his left leg, crawling out of the bushes and limping away.
As he passed Theodora, Bradley gave her a complicated look.
He didn't say anything, quickly running away.
Upstairs, Brandon kicked the door open as fast as he could, rushing to the window just in time to see Bradley jump and run off.
'Fine, very good. How determined!'
Brandon watched Bradley limp away unsteadily, his anger making his breath tremble. He really didn't care about his legs anymore.
Might as well break them both.
"Mr. Russell, should we stop Mr. Douglas?" the assistant asked nervously.
Seeing Bradley like that, they didn't dare stop him.
Brandon didn't respond, turning to go downstairs.
Theodora watched Bradley nervously. "Is your leg okay?"
Bradley didn't answer, quickly walking away.
He was determined to escape.
But he knew Brandon wouldn't let him go.
After a moment's thought, Bradley looked at Theodora. "Can I use your phone?"
Theodora, confused, nodded and handed him her phone.
Before Brandon could come downstairs, Bradley quickly dialed Vincent's number.
Vincent usually didn't answer calls from unknown numbers, but very few people had this number, and he knew Bradley was with Brandon.
"Vincent, come get me. I'm at Brandon's, Lakeside Villas..." Bradley said urgently.
Before he could finish, Brandon snatched the phone away.
Bradley glared at Brandon, turning to leave.
Brandon, still furious, grabbed Bradley by the back of his neck and pulled him back.
Bradley glared at Brandon. "Brandon, don't push me. I'll call the cops and report you for illegal detention."
Brandon, equally angry, glared back. "Don't want your legs anymore? Fine, I'll break both of them!"
Bradley, struggling to stand, was sweating from the pain.
Theodora, unable to grasp the situation, was scared. "Brandon..."
She had never seen Brandon so angry, looking like he was ready to explode.
"His leg is bleeding," Theodora said quietly.
Brandon looked down, seeing Bradley's pants torn and his knee bleeding, blood running down his leg.
His expression darkened, and he instinctively picked Bradley up and carried him to the living room.
Bradley was stunned, struggling angrily. "Brandon, are you nuts?"
His girlfriend was right there. Could he have some boundaries?
Theodora didn't think much of it, not knowing Bradley liked Brandon.
But seeing Brandon so worried made her uncomfortable.
"Put me down!" Bradley felt Brandon was trampling on his dignity.
Brandon dropped him on the couch, looking at his assistant. "Call the doctor."
The assistant quickly nodded and ran out to make the call.
Theodora stood by, confused. "Brandon... are you two friends?"
"No."
"No!" Bradley glared at Brandon, both speaking in unison.
Theodora was taken aback, seeing the hostility between them. Were they enemies?
But enemies wouldn't care so much.
"Brandon, are you hungry? I'll cook for you tonight. I want to stay over and sleep with you." Theodora clung to Brandon's arm, seemingly on purpose.
Bradley sat on the couch, clenching his fists.
Brandon glanced at Theodora, wanting to refuse, but she cut him off. "I don't care. I'm staying. You can't keep making your fiancée stay in a hotel. It's too much."
Brandon eventually relented. "Fine, you can stay. I'll have Victor get your things from the hotel."
Theodora happily skipped to the kitchen.
Bradley kept his head down, biting his lip until it bled.
Maybe Brandon wasn't trying to provoke him. Brandon didn't care about his feelings. He was just too sensitive.
"Who taught you to jump out of windows?" Brandon frowned, questioning Bradley.
Bradley kept his head down, silent.
Brandon's expression softened, his voice inexplicably gentle, like coaxing a naughty child. "Don't do dangerous things like that again. As long as you stay away from Vincent, I won't restrict your freedom anymore."
Bradley still ignored him.
Brandon thought Bradley was harder to deal with than a woman.
When the doctor came to treat Bradley's wound, he specifically warned, "This leg has been severely injured. It can't take any more damage."
His leg had a comminuted fracture, and this new injury would be very painful.
"Here's some painkillers. Take them if it hurts." The doctor prescribed painkillers, confirmed the bone wasn't too damaged, treated the wound, and left.
Bradley didn't take the painkillers. The pain kept him clear-headed.
Not long after the doctor left, Vincent arrived.
He got out of the car, looking at Brandon. "I'm here to take Bradley home."
Vincent was clearly trying to provoke Brandon.
Brandon glared at Vincent. "He's not going with you."
"I am." Bradley stood up, limping towards the door.
He didn't want to stay here another minute.
Watching Brandon and his fiancée being lovey-dovey.
Brandon frowned, glaring at Bradley with anger and threat. "You better think this through."
"I don't want anything to do with you," Bradley said firmly, walking step by step to Vincent's side.
Vincent looked at Bradley's leg, saying nothing, and picked him up in front of Brandon.
Bradley felt his dignity was completely shattered by these two. "Vincent, are you crazy?"
Being carried like this, even as a gay man, felt ridiculous.
Vincent didn't care. "We're both men. What's the big deal?"
Bradley sighed, covering his face.
"Bradley! Do you not have legs?" Brandon angrily blocked Vincent's way. "Let him walk. Two men shouldn't be so close."
In the kitchen, Theodora watched Brandon in shock.
Hadn't he just carried Bradley?
Why was it not okay for someone else to do it?
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