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.”

chuckled, “Why would she come all this way

and let the conversation drop, quietly unbuckling his

I’ll walk you

Sophia shook her head gently, “It’s not a good look, and it’s

saw a little girl who had the same vibe as you, at

seatbelt, looking

said, “What’s got

didn’t say

reproach, a touch of hurt that reminded Brandon of the time they talked about

Brandon said, looking at her, “You better head back,

any intention of leaving

bidding farewell. She stepped out 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 long. given

gave her a look and nodded,

to her front

keys and unlocked the

hope you don’t mind,”

Chapter 96

her

one–bedroom that felt more like a studio than

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

tad embarrassed, began tidying up the scattered drafts on the table while explaining to Brandon, “I work part–time on top of

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

was open; Brandon didn’t enter but

living room, likely due to a morning rush, with pajamas

gaze landed and felt a bit sheepish, “I had to rush to work this morning, didn’t get the chance to tidy up.”

the clothes from the chair