Brandon dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it, his angular face half smiling.

"You're back."

Ann woke up from her memory with a simple word. With her usual cold face, she did not answer him.

Brandon leaned against the wall with his arms around his chest and looked down at her. "I haven't eaten all day. I'm starving. Can you give me something to eat?"

Ann looked at him, "Does it have anything to do with me?"

"Yes, of course it does." Brandon's lips curved in a beautiful arc. "I refused to get engaged to Fiona for you, and Bruce kicked me out of the company. Do you...