The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 71

Sophia was kind of zoned out until the looming shadow overhead snapped her back to reality. She instinctively looked up to find Brandon right in her face. She was momentarily startled before asking him in a soft voice, “What brings you here?”

“Just had some free time and thought I’d swing by,” Brandon replied casually, taking the book from her hands. “Shall we head out?” Sophia nodded lightly, “Yeah.”

Marian had also just stepped out of the classroom. Catching sight of Brandon, she paused, then waved at him with a natural, “Hey.” That bead bracelet caught Sophia’s eye once again as Marian waved, and Sophia’s expression turned blank with confusion. When Marian noticed Sophia’s odd reaction, her waving hand hesitated and dropped, her gaze toward Sophia now tinged with wariness and defensiveness.

The guarded look made Sophia’s momentary loss of composure flash across her eyes.

She gave Marian an awkward smile.

Brandon didn’t miss the fleeting look of embarrassment and awkwardness in her eyes, nor the pause and blankness when her gaze accidentally fell on Marian’s bracelet. His hand, hanging by his side, subtly took hold of Sophia’s, gripping it firmly.

Sophia looked at him, puzzled.

Brandon wasn’t looking at her, just holding her hand tightly as he gazed calmly at Marian.

“Ms. Barlow, how much for that bracelet?” he asked.

His question left both Sophia and Marian staring at Brandon in surprise.

blurted out, “What do

simply stated, “How much? I’ll buy it.”

treating

but this isn’t

looked at her,

persisted, “Don’t think just because you’re loaded you can

to let go but not daring to either. The

Marian’s plea for help in her eyes, was confused and looked to Brandon.

her behind him. She could only

but kept a tight hold on her hand, his expression cool as

bracelet from, but you know damn well it’s not really yours. I’m not trying to play the fool here.

intimidated by his presence, her earlier defiance gone. She bit her lip, struggling to speak, and

not quite getting what Brandon was up to, tugged on his sleeve and whispered, “What are you doing?”

her to stand in front of him. His eyes didn’t leave

not used to such pressure, seemed intimidated but tried to clarify, “This really is mine. I’ve had it

looked the picture of

classroom and the hallway were watching, puzzled by the scene. Some hesitated, taking out their phones, perhaps considering whether to sneak a

their glances and tugged at Brandon’s hand more urgently, lowering her voice,