Chapter 657

I narrowed my eyes and grabbed Conrad's arm, pulling him toward me. "Brandon, you finally came... You bastard, why did you take so long?" He looked grim, and he pressed down on my hand. "Madeline, you've had too much to drink. I'm not Brandon." "No, you are Brandon," I said, reaching up to touch his eyebrow. "You're my Brandon. You've changed. You don't love me like you used to, and now you don't want me at all." The idea of being a substitute was a huge turn-off for men. Conrad, given his feelings for me, would be especially sensitive to that. I had really stabbed him where it hurt. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my shoulder blade as he grabbed me. He shook me a few times. "Look at me! Who am I?" I stared at him. After a few seconds, I pouted and started crying... "Brandon, you're bullying me, you jerk..." I cried and cursed. Tears were a woman's most potent tool when facing a man who loved her. The instant I cried, Conrad released his hold on my hand. I raised my hand to