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.

accommodating, neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor disappointed, like a puppet, indifferent and desireless,

just that-a flicker. When he looked back at her, his face was as calm as ever. You

offered a

she added

neutral and his aura still

the familiar silence once again filled the

handling such silences. They would do their own things without bothering each other. As a couple, they didn’t 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

rang.

on the coffee table. Worried that Brandon might see them, she quickly pretended to 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

door

the room. As she moved towards the door, he finally

Living alone, she had no visitors, so she carelessly left the report out. Little did she know that after half a globe apart, she would bump into

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

past her shoulder at Ivan,

was entirely focused on Sophia and didn’t notice

me saying you went to

words “went to the hospital’ made Sophia reflexively push him: “Let’s

saying that, she quickly shut the door

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

closed door of

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

about that.

at the firmly shut

“No, nothing