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?”

Brandon asked, his voice quiet but frosty. “Sophia, be

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

hand to wipe them away, but the more she wiped,

whether to offer comfort or how to

without moving, his eyes reddening slightly, his gaze harder than ever.

loss, not sure whether to intervene or

trying desperately to stop but unable to,

shifted back

however, had turned his head coldly

jaw and the violent bobbing of

to curse.

he could say a word, Brandon suddenly stepped forward, stopping in front of Sophia and then wrapping his arms around her, hugging the sobbing

to curse

What a mess.

nobody was paying attention to

palm gently stroking the back of her head, offering silent

a while, Don heard Brandon’s hoarse

did not elicit a response

Sophia’s emotions were beginning to calm down,

restaurant occasionally cast curious

seemed to notice the gawkers, awkwardly waving his hands as if to say “nothing to see here,” while

continued to gently stroke Sophia’s

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 love.

her, looking into her swollen eyes. “I’m in this industry too, and it’s inevitable that our paths will cross. Are you planning to give up every project that has something to do with me? What were all your efforts over the years