Chapter 120

Julian said softly, "If I go straight over, she'll just get scared again." "Scared of what?" "You wouldn't get it." Brandon really didn’t get it. One guy stays up late driving aimlessly, and the other tags along doing the same? What is this, some weird late-night hide and seek? Julian stared at the distant car for a while, pulled out his phone, and checked the route Claire had wandered along. There were pharmacies nearby. Suddenly, it clicked. He scrolled through his contacts and made a call. Meanwhile, Claire was slumped over the steering wheel, half-asleep and groggy. Once she shook off the drowsiness, she drove back to her apartment. Just as she was about to scan in at the door, she spotted a tall guy in black jeans and a black tee standing not far off, holding a big box. "Brandon?" she blinked, surprised. "What are you doing here so late… what's that?" "Bringing meds to Mr. Hall," Brandon replied breezily. "Is something wrong with him?" Claire eyed the huge box. All that for Mr. Ha