The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 96

Sophia’s eyes lifted to meet his, a hint of defiance twinkling behind those widened pupils, “If you’re not afraid of a bit of hassle, then I’m all yours.”

“No sweat.”

He took the lead and started walking ahead.

Sophia followed, getting into the car behind him.

“Where to?” Brandon asked nonchalantly as he buckled up.

Sophia rattled off an address, not the one listed on her school records, but it wasn’t far from here either.

It didn’t take long for Brandon to drive them there.

As the car came to a stop, Brandon glanced out of the window.

Sophia’s place was in a neighborhood brimming with the hum of everyday life. Even though night was falling. she could still make out the elders walking their grandkids.

“Living solo?” Brandon inquired, turning to her,

Sophia nodded, “Yeah, flying solo.”

Brandon nodded back, looking at her, “I thought you’d be bunking with Susan.”

Sophia seemed taken aback, “Why bring that up out of the blue?”

“A few days ago, I heard Susan quit her job two years back and nobody knows where she’s at,” Brandon said as he looked at her. “You two were tight, I thought maybe she reached out to you.”

would she come all this way just to see

let the conversation drop, quietly unbuckling his

I’ll walk

not

who had the same

seatbelt, looking at him, “What are you getting at?”

“What’s got you

say anything.

carried a silent reproach, a touch of hurt that

her, “You better head back, get some sleep.”

intention of leaving the

and took a few paces, then stopped and turned back to him, “If you really want to come up, go ahead. But don’t stay

look and nodded,

escorted Sophia to her

her keys and unlocked

place is a bit cramped, hope you don’t mind,” Sophia said,

Chapter 96

her inside.

the small apartment, a simple one–bedroom that felt more

a workspace, with a large desk covered in design drafts and bookshelves heaped with books.

to Brandon, “I work part–time on top of my classes, got a heavy workload, so I turned the

in the place from the shoe cabinet at the entrance, the living room, to the kitchen – all neat

was open; Brandon didn’t enter but took a

small room, the bed not as tidy as the living room, likely due to a morning rush, with pajamas still draped over

where his gaze landed and felt a bit sheepish, “I had to rush to work this morning, didn’t get the chance

up all the clothes from the chair and stuffed them into the