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.”

all this way just to

also cracked a smile and let the conversation

walk

head gently, “It’s not

had the same vibe as you, at the very place you showed up, just over

while unbuckling her seatbelt, looking at him, “What are you getting

“What’s got you

didn’t say anything.

carried a silent reproach, a touch of hurt that reminded Brandon

sorry,” Brandon said, looking at her, “You better head back, get some

intention of leaving the car.

softly, bidding farewell. She stepped out and took a few paces, then stopped and turned back to him, “If you really

look and

Sophia to her

fumbled for her keys and unlocked the

hope you don’t mind,” Sophia said, pushing the

Chapter 96

followed her inside.

small apartment, a simple one–bedroom that felt more like a studio than a living

large desk covered in design drafts and bookshelves heaped with

a tad embarrassed, began tidying up the scattered drafts on the table while explaining to Brandon, “I work part–time on top of my classes, got a heavy workload, so I turned the living

the entrance, the living room, to the kitchen – all neat and tidy, the epitome of a single

didn’t enter but took

due to a

a bit sheepish, “I had to rush

up all the clothes from the chair and stuffed them into the wardrobe in one go.