I Become A CEO After Divorce

Chapter 1092: You Look Good No Matter What

Chapter 1092: You Look Good No Matter What

Yanis gazed at Zane, who was crouching before her. Her lips curved into a slight smile, and without

hesitation, she moved forward and settled herself on Zane's back.

Zane carried her upstairs and directly into the bathroom. "Stand here," he instructed.

Yanis steadied herself. "Zane."

"Yeah?" Zane looked at her.

Rising on her tiptoes, Yanis leaned in and pecked Zane. "You're really sweet."

Zane met her gaze, his eyes growing deeper. However, considering the late hour, he didn't linger on

the sentiment. He turned and gestured toward the clothes laid out on the side table. "I've got your

pajamas ready. Take your time, and let me know if you need anything."

Yanis nodded. "Sure."

Zane turned and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Yanis stood there and couldn't help but chuckle. She had observed Zane's reaction earlier, and his

patience hadn't gone unnoticed.

Thinking about Zane's recent restraint, her smile deepened. She knew she had to endure it due to her

current condition.

After her shower, Yanis stepped out of the bathroom and found Zane by the bedside, busy with his

notebook.

Upon hearing her approach, Zane looked up, closed his laptop, and got off the bed. He reached for the

towel in Yanis's hand, drying her hair. Then he turned to find a hairdryer.

By the time her hair was dry, Yanis had already nestled herself in Zane's embrace, half-asleep.

Setting aside the hairdryer, Zane lifted her up and gently placed her on the bed. Leaning down, he

pressed a kiss to her forehead before tidying up a few things. Once settled back on the bed, he

extended his arms and pulled her close.

...

Sandy and Brandon's plans were quickly arranged.

The engagement ceremony wasn't going to be a grand affair; only close friends and family from the

Hawkins family were invited. On Sandy's side, Stella was the sole guest.

Initially, Yanis had intended to attend, but due to business matters, she had to forgo the event. Since

the wedding was scheduled in advance, she planned to make it up by arriving early for the occasion. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Over the phone, Sandy expressed a hint of disappointment, "Well, make sure you come a day ahead

for the wedding."

Yanis promised, "Of course, we'll be there ahead of time."

With Yanis's assurance, Sandy's tone brightened. "Alright, I better get back to my tasks then."

"Take care," Yanis replied.

"You too."

After ending the call, Sandy turned around just in time to see Brandon entering the room. She placed

her phone down and rushed to him. "Why are you back so soon?"

Brandon had gone to inform the Hawkins family's close relatives about the engagement, as per the

local customs. Since the engagement required the couple to personally invite their close relatives,

Brandon, Kason, and Maya had left early in the morning.

Aunt Bruton had mentioned that it would likely take until noon to finish all the visits.

However, it was only ten o'clock, and Brandon had already returned.

"Big Brother and Sister-in-law went ahead, so they didn't need me," Brandon said, removing his coat

and placing it aside. He then looked at Sandy. "Did you have breakfast?"

Sandy nodded, "I had breakfast with Auntie. I ate a lot."

Brandon grabbed his clothes, "Change your outfit. I'm taking you somewhere."

As Brandon spoke, he entered the bathroom.

Watching him disappear into the bathroom, Sandy turned her attention to her wardrobe and quickly

selected an outfit. She had kept her appearance simple since becoming pregnant, focusing on basic

care routines.

As Sandy finished dressing, Brandon emerged from the bathroom, fresh from his shower.

"Where are we going?" Sandy turned to Brandon.

With a towel in one hand, Brandon walked over to her. "You look all dressed up."

Sandy raised an eyebrow at him, playfully hooking her finger around his neck. "Where do you see

'dressed up'?"

Brandon squinted his eyes, leaning in to sniff her neck teasingly. "Everywhere. Anything you wear looks

good, as long as it's you."

Sandy held back a laugh, "Is that so?"

Brandon responded with an affirmative hum, shifting his attention from behind her ear to the front.

Sandy took the opportunity to step back a couple of paces. "Go put on your clothes. Weren't you going

to take me somewhere?"

Brandon's movements paused, a somewhat pitiful look in his eyes as he gazed at Sandy.

Sandy maintained an innocent expression, as if unaware of everything. She innocently asked, "What's

wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, Brandon reached his hand toward Sandy, his voice low as he called her, "Sandy,

come here."

Sandy stood still, not moving. "What's the matter?"

"Come here."

Sandy could sense the seriousness in Brandon's tone. They had spent enough time together to know

each other's every gesture and tone, so she had a pretty good idea of what was on Brandon's mind at

this moment.

Regret seeped in as she realized she might have gone a bit too far just now.

But now, it seemed a little too late to regret.

Meeting Brandon's gaze, Sandy hesitated for a moment before finally walking over to him.

As she approached, Brandon's hand shot out, wrapping around her waist to pull her into his arms. His

gaze intensified, and his intentions were unmistakably clear.

Sandy, feeling slightly flustered, managed to assert some control over her emotions and held his hand,

gently saying, "Not now. Remember, the doctor said the first three months are critical."

Brandon's emotional turmoil faded as Sandy's words reached him.

In the end, he couldn't help but chuckle and lean down to bite her lip playfully. "Fine, then. I'll take a

shower."

Sandy watched him with a mix of embarrassment and relief as he left for the bathroom.

The sound of running water filled the air, accompanied by heavy breathing.

When the two emerged from the bathroom, Sandy wore an expression of mild frustration. She climbed

onto the bed and declared, "I'm tired. I don't want to go anywhere."

Brandon chuckled, approaching her to pull her out from under the covers. "Your hair isn't even dry yet."

Sandy gave him a pointed look, then extended both her hands toward him. "My hands are sore.

Massage them for me."

Brandon agreed with a low hum. He began by drying her hair and confirming that it was no longer

damp. Then he took her hands in his and began to gently massage them.

"Alright, that's enough." Sandy had been teasing him, and though her hands did ache, they weren't so

sore that she couldn't move them.

With her hands freed, Sandy looked up at Brandon, her expression curious. "You mentioned taking me

somewhere. Where are we going?"

Brandon sat on the edge of the bed, "Nelson invited a few of our old friends to dinner. He asked me to

bring you along."