“What are you doing, Brandon?” Astor asked, his gaze fully settled on Brandon.“Uhmm..”Before Brandon could reply, Charlotte stepped in, her voice calm but still shaky. “I almost fell, and he came to help me,” she said, glancing back at Brandon. “He saved me, Astor.”Astor’s eyes shifted between them, his sharp gaze lingering on Brandon, who looked as though he were bracing for a storm.Brandon swallowed hard, forcing himself to nod. “Yes... yes, Mr. Astor,” he stammered, his words fumbling out.Astor’s jaw tightened for a moment before he nodded, his expression unreadable. “Alright,” he said finally. “Let’s go.”He placed a firm hand on Charlotte’s back, leading her toward the exit as Brandon watched them leave, he heaved and ran behind them.“Thank God he didn't notice..” Brandon breathed.---The ride home was quiet, Charlotte leaned her head against the window, her body heavy with exhaustion. She could feel Astor’s occasional glances, but he said nothing, he seemed to have somet
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