The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 25

Brandon didn’t say much, his eyes resting on her face: “Feeling under the weather?”

Sophia shook her head without thinking. “No, not really. It’s just not acclimating well to the new environment, plus the food here doesn’t quite hit the spot. Been swamped lately and haven’t had the chance to cook, so I haven’t been eating much. That’s why I’ve shed a few pounds

Brandon glanced out the window at the “Starlight Hotel” and then back at her. “From now on, I’ll have the hotel kitchen. send over meals daily. They serve delicious food, and the chefs are locals. You should be able to stomach that”

“No need” Sophia softly declined, “I won’t have many classes later on, I can cook for myself. Don’t trouble yourself.”

“It’s no big deal, just sending over some food.”

As he said this, he pulled out his phone, ready to make the call. Sophia stopped him: “Brandon, please don’t.”

Brandon turned to look at her

Sophia also tilted her head up to meet his gaze, quiet yet resolute. “We’re divorced.”

She rarely looked at him with such determination. Brandon remembered the last time she had that look in her eyes was after they had just made love, when she lay spent in his arms, their skin still warm from each other’s touch. It was with that same look that she had softly said to him, “Brandon, let’s get a divorce.”

Brandon slightly turned his head away, not looking at her.

Sophia noticed his jawline tense and his Adam’s apple bobbing violently, as if he was desperately trying to control something

She glanced at him curiously. In all their time together, she rarely saw this emotional side of Brandon.

disappointed, like a puppet, indifferent and desireless, void

When he looked back at her, his face was as calm as ever. You decide for

offered a

added

respond, his expression neutral and his aura still slightly

say more, and the familiar silence

need to be so formal, but now she was the host and Brandon the quest. Sophia couldn’t be as comfortable as she was during their marriage, and she genuinely didn’t know how to break the silence or deal with Brandon, who seemed to be in a foul

rang.

tidy up, as if not wanting a guest to see the mess at home. She swiftly gathered the coats, scarves, and bags hanging in the entryway, then grabbed the basket from the coffee table and some other items scattered on the TV cabinet, stuffing them into the wardrobe. After a quick hair fix, looking like she was afraid of someone seeing the disarray, she finally called

door

this time, Brandon simply stood with his arms crossed, watching her busily and nervously tidy up the room. As she moved towards the door, he

test report. Living alone, she had no visitors, so she carelessly left

the cuff opening the door to find Ivan standing there, which took

pause and glanced past her shoulder at Ivan, who

on Sophia and

you went

made

that, she quickly shut

expression suddenly darkened. He shifted his gaze from the closed door, taking the opportunity

Sophia’s abrupt action. He looked toward the closed door of her apartment, but Sophia

toward the staircase far from the door, making sure Brandon couldn’t

about that. Sophia

the firmly shut door, then

“No, nothing