"Do you feel sorry for me?" Benedict gave a small smile and said self-mockingly, "Are you willing to feel sorry for me just a little more then? Just promise to give me a chance out of pity."
Kimberly felt very helpless and sighed, "Brother..."
"From now on, call me by my name. Don't call me Brother ever again, I don't want to be your brother. I'd rather you call my full name."
Benedict had made his feelings clear to Kimberly and confided everything she needed to hear. Now, he only needed to wait for the perfect moment to seize the opportunity. Thus, he didn't continue persuading her and moved back into his seat without waiting for her rejection.
He spoke again after a while, "You don't look well today. Do you want to take a day off?"
He had suddenly changed the topic, and Kimberly could only go along with it, "No, I'm fine."
She wasn't sick anyway. She just had a bad night's sleep.
"We are 20 minutes away from the company. I'll drive slowly to buy you some time. Take a short nap. I'll wake you once we reach there," said Benedict.
Kimberly thought it was a good idea, so she nodded and closed her eyes as she leaned back against the cushion. Her heart was in a mess. At first, she did not take Benedict seriously. She thought that she was caught in the fire between the brothers' conflict. However, after his big speech, she was now even more confused.
If he really didn't mean what he said, why would he confess his feelings so emphatically?
It wouldn't be logical to put his life on the line, all just to convince her.
Her thoughts were everywhere at the moment, but her eyelids felt heavy. Soon, Kimberly had fallen asleep.
After a while, her breathing became steady.
Once the traffic lights turned red, Benedict took the few seconds to observe her.
Kimberly had delicate features. With her eyes closed, her eyelashes appeared extraordinarily long and thick, However, the dark circles on her fair skin surrounded her eyes. He could tell that they had deepened after she had married into the Yardley family
She had also lost weight ever since she came into the family. Her cheeks were thin and her jaws were defined. It could be said that her face was smaller than his palm.
Benedict sighed as he couldn't help reaching out to tidy her fringe. He whispered softly, "From now on, it's my turn to protect you."
Kimberly didn't know how long she had been asleep. Perhaps she had been worrying because as soon as she woke up, the first question she had was whether they had arrived at the company. Only after she had spoken did she realize that they were at the parking lot. Kimberly was shocked.
"Oh, we're here already?"
Benedict smiled and said, "We just got here. Don't worry. We are not late."
Kimberly wanted to check the time on her phone, but Benedict interrupted her by handing over a paper bag. He said, "Eat up before you go."
"What is this?" Kimberly looked at the bag curiously. She held the bag and felt the warm contents inside. She peeked into it and saw a bottle of warm milk and a sandwich.
It was one of her favorite foods. Kimberly's eyes glistened.
"Thank you, Brother." Kimberly took the bag and said, "But let me have it upstairs. It's inconvenient to eat here."
After all, they were in Benedict's car. What if people saw them together? What they would say?
"Why are you calling me Brother? Just call me by my name," Benedict smiled and asked casually. However, Kimberly felt really awkward. How could she possibly call him 'Benedict'? She lowered her head and avoided answering him.
"Alright," Benedict admitted defeat. He sighed heavily and added, "I shouldn't have forced you. I should've given you time to get used to it. You should go in first."
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