When Family Became a Place I Couldn’t Return To novel Chapter 421

Brody looked serious, almost somber, and whatever spark of romance hung in the air felt muted by something softer, sadder. He took the bottle from Nelly and poured himself half a glass, but before he could take a sip, she spoke up.

“Your heart’s not strong. Jessie said you shouldn’t be drinking.”

“A little bit won’t hurt,” Brody said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He couldn’t help it. She still cared, even if she tried to hide it.

Nelly looked away, took two sips from her own glass, then set it down and made to leave. Brody reached out and caught her arm, not letting her slip away.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice low.

“You said I was heartbroken. I don’t want you to misunderstand.”

“Misunderstand what, exactly?” Nelly narrowed her eyes. “I think you are feeling guilty. Breaking up with Sheila just to please the Watson family... that couldn’t have felt good, could it?”

“You still don’t believe me,” Brody said softly. He wasn’t surprised. He knew she’d think that. The two of them had piled up so many misunderstandings over the years, it was no wonder she saw him this way.

Nelly shot him a glare and tried to yank her arm free, but Brody leaned in and kissed her—soft and sudden, gentle but certain. A rush of heat and electricity shot through her, her whole body tingling, but she snapped back fast and shoved him away.

“Brody!”

He caught her hand again, refusing to let go. “The one I love is you. Not Sheila. It’s always been you, from the very start.”

Nelly laughed, sharp and cold. “Do you think I’m stupid, Brody? Am I just supposed to keep letting you lie to me?”

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