The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 54

Aside from scooching over a tad when she sat down, all polite and proper, Sophia didn’t make any move to chat him up during the whole dinner.

After the meal, the guys were all jockeying to escort the girls home.

Sophia had that girl-next-door charm, soft-spoken and serene, the kind of gal guys used to fall over themselves to please back in the school days, and that night was no different.

Among the eager beaver lads vying to take her home, Brandon piped up, “I live over in West district too. I can give you a lift on my way.”

He clearly caught the surprise on her face, but Sophia was never one to put someone out. She thanked him and turned down the lift, saying she’d called a cab. But her refusal seemed feeble against the backdrop of her enthusiastic classmates, and in the end, she gave in and got into his car after a bit of friendly arm-twisting.

The ride was light on conversation.

Back in the day, they had all those unspoken understandings, even a sort of tacit closeness and reliance, but after a few years apart, there was a certain awkwardness. Yet, that awkwardness turned into a torrent of intense and fatal attraction the moment they bumped into each other in the dark of her room.

He kissed her, and then things spiraled out of control.

He wasn’t the type to do things on a whim, and neither was Sophia, but that night was the start of a chaos for both of them.

Desire overrode all sense of reason.

Memories of that night flooded back, and Brandon couldn’t help but steal a glance at Sophia.

She was still watching the young couple goofing around, a soft smile on her calm and gentle face, just enjoying the show.

–

what she’d said he wanted marriage,

he blurted out, looking at

in surprise, not expecting Brandon to notice

Brandon, who had always seemed immune to all things romantic

the blue?” she asked with a laugh, “Doesn’t sound like

just chuckled and didn’t reply, his gaze shifting back to

really wasn’t like

never be like those young guys, making silly faces to

that playful,

never quite learned how to

she was like him – both reserved and a bit cool. They would’ve been better off with partners who were more

noticed his gaze and turned towards him, “What’s up?”

softly, still fixating on her face, “Just suddenly

“So, are you ready to let me go?”

gaze silently, his eyes

was the right decision for both, but his heart surged with

to make life tough for others or force

choose their paths and brave enough to stand by their decisions. If Sophia wanted a divorce, he assumed she’d thought it through, and he didn’t

was just as

to think about it rationally.

plan to, he said, his voice still low and even, his