The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 36

Sophia just gave a slight nod.

“If I’m not around here, I’ll make sure someone else takes care of you, so don’t sweat it, Brandon said, as he helped her lug her bags into the master bedroom. Glancing at his watch, he added, “It’s getting late, you should hit the sack.”

Sophia nodded silently again.

“You too get some shut-eye.”

Brandon let out a soft “Hmm” and on his way out, he kindly closed the door behind him.

Sophia had already freshened up back at home, so she turned off the lights and got into bed.

The mattress in this five-star hotel was comfy and plush, but sleep just wasn’t coming to Sophia.

In just half a day, it seemed like everything had looped back to square one.

Not a great feeling, to say the least.

Her hand instinctively rested on her flat belly, knowing full well that the heart of the matter was the child inside her, just like it was two years ago.

The thought of retracing her past life steps was something she instinctively pushed against.

In the dead of night, amidst this resistance, she drifted into a fitful sleep, caught between dreams and reality. Every time she closed her eyes, she was besieged by dreams. In the bizarre dreamscapes, Sophia felt like she was back in Brandon’s West district house, living there alone year-round, a place vast and empty, devoid of life and, contrary to her expectations, free will. Patricia, with her graceful and proper demeanor, appeared in her dreams, her words laced with hidden barbs, waking Sophia in a cold sweat. When she looked out the window, the sky was already bright.

forehead through her hair to the back

of the room. Just

an en-suite bathroom stocked with everything one could

and getting dressed with a

door to leave her

the adjacent bedroom

living room, where, in

upright figure was dressed in casual home wear, lacking the usual sharp aura he

was pretty darn good at it, something Sophia

cooking or see

of his world. His

when he wasn’t working, and they were both home, Brandon would occasionally whip something up, but it was rare. Sophia wasn’t sure if it

had developed a Pavlovian response to cook meals on time,

always despised this

couldn’t remember the last time she had seen such a scene.

she was pregnant. Back

come full circle, it

turned around to find Sophia

at ’em?” he asked, turning off the

a gentle

of out

over to her and stood in front.

Sophia candidly

Or just not your cup of tea?” he asked, brushing her hair back from her

her head slightly.

deep look but didn’t pry