Love Has its Will by Selena Lewis

Chapter 93

Mandel seemed to be a very excuse. Seeing that Brandon was silent, Jim nodded and drove the car to the Thompson's home.

When the car stopped, Savanna got out of the car, followed by Brandon who said to Jim, "You go back."

Jim gave him a knowing nod and drove off.

Hearing the sound of the car leaving, Savanna looked back and stopped in her tracks. Looking at Brandon's indifferent face, she asked, "Why didn't you leave?"

Brandon said lightly, "Why would I leave?"

He thought, my wife and son are all here. Why would I leave?

Seeing Brandon walk in ahead of her, Savanna hesitated for a moment and then caught up with him. "Hey, Brandon, Mandel is already asleep at this hour. You better not go in to avoid waking him up." Savanna stood in front of him and blocked his way.

Brandon looked inside the house and then looked down at her. "I won't wake him up. I just want to ask you something."

Brandon bypassed her and walked straight into the house.

Savanna stamped her foot and quickly chased after Brandon. By the time she caught him up, Brandon had already knocked on the door. Mary came to open the door. When she saw Brandon at the door, Mary was stunned. Mary saw Savanna behind Brandon and didn't know if she should let Brandon in.

When Mary hesitated, Brandon bluntly pushed her aside and strode into the house.

Mary glanced at Savanna. Seeing Savanna's helpless face, she retreated and walked into the kitchen. "Mandel is asleep. Ms. Thompson, I'll go wash his dirty clothes."

Savanna ignored Mary because she was watching Brandon walking upstairs. As he walked, he was taking off his tie. Savanna rushed up and grabbed Brandon's arm. "Brandon, you can't go up."

Brandon raised his eyebrows, looking at the anxious Savanna. He laughed and said, "I want to see my son. Why can't I?"

What a grand and perfectly justified it was...

"You have the right to visit Mandel. After all, you are his father, but didn't you hear what Mary said? Mandel is asleep."

Savanna kept her voice as low as possible.

Brandon nodded and said, "Alright."

He unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt, revealing his delicate collarbone. The enchanting lines of his collarbone were charming and sexy.

He stared at Savanna. "Fine. I won't go up if you're willing to chat with me."

Brandon turned and walked downstairs.

Savanna relaxed her tense nerves. She breathed a sigh of relief, looked upstairs, and turned to follow Brandon downstairs.

Brandon took off his coat and threw it onto the sofa with his tie casually as if he was at his home.

He sat on the sofa and saw that Savanna was keeping a distance from him. He knitted his brows in displeasure. Patting the sofa, he said in a commanding tone, "Sit here." Savanna was speechless.

"Brandon, it's too late. I need to rest. If you have anything to talk about, we can leave it tomorrow."

Brandon felt annoyed. "But I want to talk with you today."

"Savanna. My mother said you had protected her from the fists. I just want to check your injury. Don't appear like I'm going to eat you."

Savanna was in a fret. "I said it didn't matter."

Brandon chuckled. "Alright, I know you always give me the cold shoulder. Then how do you explain you protecting my mom from the fists?"

Savanna was bored of his question and said impatiently, "I just feel that she is very good to me.

That's why I helped her. Don't think too much about it."

Brandon widened his smile as he looked at Savanna, his eyes blazing with something. 'Savanna, then don't do things that make people think too much." Brandon said in a slightly fierce tone, "My mom wants us to get remarried. What do you think I should do?"

Savanna rubbed her forehead as if she had recalled her painful past. "Brandon, in my memory, you are not a filial son, are you?" she said in a cold tone.

She thought, if he was filial, Brandon would not have ignored Giselle's objection and had an affair with Winnie Brandon seemed to have read Savanna's mind. He chuckled. "Even though I didn't like you, I married you as my mom demanded. Besides, people can change. Now, I want to be a filial son."

Savanna didn't want to continue this meaningless argument.

"Alright, if you want to be a filial son, no one stops you. It's too late now. I need to rest. You should leave now," Savanna said.

Brandon had wanted to say "My wife and son are here. How can I leave?" However, he was thin-skinned and had strong self-esteem. "My son is here. How can I leave?" He changed his words. Seeing Brandon was acting shamelessly, Savanna got pissed off. "You, Brandon, don't be like a cad."

Savanna got angry, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Mary probably heard their conversation. She carried the washed clothes and walked past the living room with light footsteps, lowering her head and pretending not to hear anything, "I'll leave after smoking a cigarette."

Brandon lit a cigarette. After a while, there was only a cigarette butt left between his fingers. He glanced at Savanna, put out the cigarette butt, and threw it into the trash bin. He picked up his tie and jacket, got up, and walked to the gate. "I will wait for your answer," he said at the gate.

The sound of the door closing made Savanna return to herself. She tried to recall what Brandon had said.

She wondered, what does he want me to answer?

About remarriage?

Savanna felt nervous and also regretted having agreed to accompany Giselle to the banquet.

Otherwise, Giselle would not have asked Brandon to remarry her.

In that case, Brandon would not force her.

She thought, it was impossible. Since he doesn't love me, there's no possibility of us getting remarried.

Savanna walked upstairs as she thought to herself and almost tripped. Fortunately, she grabbed the ladder in time and didn't fall. "Every time I think of Brandon, I'll be disturbed," she whispered in annoyance.

The next afternoon, Savanna was sitting in the office reading a document when Neil rushed in. "Ms. Thompson, Alexia of the PR department just called and said that she was in danger. She asked us to save her."

Because Alexia was good-looking and competent, Savanna had given her the position of PR