Chapter 139

Kathy stood with her hands on her hips, looking all smug. "Not inviting me and me not wanting to go are two different things. Even if I don't want to go, you still gotta invite me."

I couldn't help but laugh at her attitude and said, "Alright, alright, we didn't go this time. Next time, we'll definitely invite you."

As we talked, Brandon kept giving Savannah and me these suspicious looks. The timing of our return was a bit too perfect, and he seemed to be trying to figure out if we had overheard anything.

I took the initiative to wrap my arm around Brandon's and said sweetly, "Honey, I've been out all day and I'm exhausted. Can you give me a shoulder massage tonight?"

He looked down at me for a long moment before nodding. "Sure. You've had a hard day, babe. I'll go get some water ready for you to soak your feet."

Once I was sure he wasn't suspicious of me anymore, I finally felt relieved.

Savannah and I walked over to Kathy and said, "Thank goodness you saved us earlier. We were eavesdropping on Brandon and Eugene, and when he came out, we planned to hide behind the trash cans. But that jerk was too cautious and came over to check. If you hadn't called him, he would have found us."

Savannah, still shaken, patted her chest. "It was so close. Thank you, Ms. Patel. We were only a few feet away."

Kathy smiled. "I just had a feeling you two should be back by now. It was taking too long, and with Brandon and Eugene both out, I got worried and went out to check."

I grabbed her hand. "I'll definitely treat you to dinner. Whatever you want, it's on me."

Kathy's eyes sparkled. "In that case, I won't hold back. I want to eat at Elysian Table."

I laughed. "That's not holding back? That's being very polite! Alright, I'll treat you for a whole month."

The three of us laughed, feeling a weight lift off our shoulders.

Just then, the door opened again, and Eugene walked in.

We exchanged glances, and I asked Eugene, "What were you doing out so late? Why are you just getting back? My mom's already asleep."

Eugene had reverted to his usual calm demeanor. If I hadn't seen him taking money earlier, I might have believed him.

"I ate too much at dinner, so I went for a walk. But I didn't see Ms. Sharp or Ms. Faith."

He was trying to probe me. I chuckled. "Which street did you go to? We were just walking on Main Street and didn't see you."

Eugene didn't flinch. "I went to a side alley. It's normal not to see anyone there."

"Ms. Sharp, if you need anything else, let me know. I'm going to my room now. I'm getting old and a bit tired."

I nodded and watched Eugene head to his room.

It seemed Eugene was quite diligent, reporting everything to Brandon. I'd have to be more cautious around him.

But there was no way around it. Maybe I could consider turning him to my side.

Soon, Brandon brought me a basin of water for my feet. I sat on the couch.

He knelt on one knee, ready to wash my feet, but I refused.

Just being touched by him made me uncomfortable. Every time we had to act affectionate, I had to mentally prepare myself.

But Brandon seemed to enjoy putting on a show in front of others.

He knelt down, took my hand, and placed it in the water.

As he washed my feet, he said to Kathy and Savannah, "I used to wash my wife's feet all the time at home. She gets cold easily, and soaking her feet helps."

He effortlessly painted himself as a good husband.

But everyone present knew the truth about Brandon.

Kathy and the fake Savannah exchanged a glance and said, "You really are a good husband."

The sarcasm was thick, but Brandon didn't seem to catch it. He continued his task with even more enthusiasm.

I couldn't refuse, so I let him continue, treating him like an ordinary foot masseur.

I had to admit, Brandon's technique was decent. As he said, when we were dating, he often did these things for me, claiming he learned them willingly for his wife.

So he did have some skills.

Kathy and Savannah soon couldn't stand it anymore and said they were going to their rooms.

After saying goodnight, Brandon finished washing my feet.

He went to dump the water, and I prepared to go upstairs. But as soon as I started up, Brandon followed, clearly intending to enter my room.

His intentions were obvious, even a fool could see what he wanted.

Just as I was about to close the door, he slipped in. "Honey, it's been a while since we..."

He didn't finish, but I knew what he meant.

I pushed him out. "No, I'm too tired today."

But Brandon was persistent. "Just once, okay? A healthy sex life is important for our relationship."

I couldn't help but laugh coldly. He was worried about our relationship now? What about all the things he did to me before? Those were relationship killers.

I remembered what Savannah had told me recently. Brandon probably couldn't even get it up anymore.

So I smiled and invited him in. "Alright, come in then."

Once in my room, Brandon barely touched my shoulder before I recoiled in disgust. "You get ready on the bed. I'll take a shower."

He nodded, and I took my time in the bathroom. When I finally came out, Brandon was lying on the bed, looking defeated.

He looked at me and said, "Honey, wait a moment."

I nodded and watched him struggle for a while before he lay back, looking miserable.

He probably couldn't believe he couldn't get it up.

I looked at him sympathetically. "Are you too tired lately, honey?"

Brandon quickly nodded. "Yes, yes, I'm just too tired. That's it. We'll try again another time, okay, honey?"

I nodded, watching him hurriedly leave my room, clearly devastated.

I was curious. He just realized this problem now? It seemed he hadn't been with any women recently. With his untreated condition and all the chaos with Jason and Earl, he probably hadn't had the time.

From now on, he wouldn't be able to. The best way to deal with someone like him was to use this method.