The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 43

Sophia wasn’t quite used to being under such intense scrutiny. She rose from the couch and pointed towards the back

room.

“I’m gonna hit the sack for a bit,” she whispered, then glanced over at the kitchen behind her. “If you’ve got stuff to do, go ahead and dive into it. It’s cool to grab some takeout.”

Brandon just watched her without moving. “It’s all good, I’m not tied up.”

Sophia gave a polite smile. “Appreciate it.”

Brandon forced a smile too, but didn’t respond

Sophia gave a half-hearted smile as if to say hi, then tried to walk past him.

All of a sudden, Brandon reached out and snagged her forearm.

Sophia looked back at him, puzzled.

his eyes were deep, hidden within an abyss of

way back home when she mentioned Yolanda-cold and turning his head to look at her

the difference in looks and temperature, they both gave her a similar

hesitated, about to speak, but then he yanked on her arm, pulling her into his embrace. As she started to look up in panic, he tightened his grip around her waist, his other hand landing on her chin, gently

was stunned, not fully processing what was happening. As she instinctively tried to pull away, the more she struggled, the harsher the kiss became, and the tighter she was

found herself pushed up

her hands above her head against the wall with one hand, while the other supported the back of her head, forcing her to tilt her face up. His lips

but the more

saw him this reckless and fierce was the night she mentioned divorce. After they had come to an agreement, she got up to freshen

“Brandon, stop it.”

clutched his wrists tightly, pleading in a

pause in his movements. He glanced at

like last time. He just kept staring at her, motionless

accusation in his eyes, nor did she know what she had said or done wrong to

never seen Brandon like

always so incredibly calm

slightly

her bewildered and flustered state,

the end, it was Sophia who couldn’t stand the pressure of