The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 118

“What’s going on here?” Don stammered, his eyes darting back and forth between Brandon’s chilly demeanor and Sophia, who had her back turned to him. “Weren’t we all just on a first-name basis with you two? How did we jump to divorce and kids in the blink of an eye?”

Brandon remained silent, his eyes still fixed on Sophia’s back.

Sophia had stopped in her tracks but didn’t turn around. She stood silently, her posture rigid, her silhouette slender and upright, not uttering a word either.

Don, growing anxious for answers, looked to Brandon. “Brandon, spill it, what’s the deal with you and Sophia-what’s your relationship exactly?”

Brandon glanced at him. “She’s my wife.”

Don was shocked.

“You mean your wife?” Don felt like his heart was about to give out. “And you had the nerve to suggest I marry her?”

Brandon’s cold gaze swept over him. “Got the cheek to say that? Did the name ‘Sophia’ bite you or something? You’ve been yapping at me for days and not once did you mention the designer’s name. Did you?”

How was he supposed to know that a big-shot CEO like him would be mixed up with a designer from halfway across the world? He figured since he didn’t mention her name, Brandon would probably forget it as soon as he turned around, and he’d just have to repeat himself. Might as well just call her “the designer” to save the hassle.

Don remembered Brandon was divorced. He hadn’t forgotten the slip of the tongue from Kent. He recalled Kent saying, “Who the hell decides to erase traces of their ex-wife and renovate two years after a divorce?” And Brandon had just mentioned divorce

too.

He didn’t try to correct him. He just looked thoughtfully at Brandon and then back at Sophia.

Sophia had turned to face Brandon with the same calm and gentle expression she always had.

“Why does it have to be about fear?” she asked, her voice still soft. “Is it wrong for me to want to make a clean break from the past?”

truly cut ties?” Brandon asked, his voice quiet but frosty. “Sophia,

word, but her eyes were already welling up with tears, her emotions suddenly spiraling out of control

her hand to wipe them away, but the more she wiped, the more fiercely they fell,

thrown into a panic, unsure whether to offer comfort or how to

stood still, watching Sophia without moving, his eyes reddening slightly, his gaze harder than

not sure whether to intervene or walk away, his eyes filled with

but unable

gaze shifted

had turned his head coldly away.

the tension in Brandon’s jaw and the violent bobbing of his

to curse.

stepped forward, stopping in front of Sophia and

to

What a mess.

nobody was paying attention to

stroking the

Brandon’s hoarse voice.

elicit

were beginning to

at the restaurant occasionally cast curious glances

awkwardly waving his hands as if to say “nothing to see here,” while his eyes flickered

gently stroke Sophia’s back.

not trying to force you into anything,” Brandon finally spoke up. “You want to study, go ahead. You want to be a designer, do it. You think being single is happier than being married, then let’s get a divorce. But now, you’ve finished your studies, you’re doing what you

industry too, and it’s inevitable that our paths will cross. Are you planning