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?”

ties?” Brandon asked, his voice quiet but frosty. “Sophia, be honest with

already welling up with tears, her emotions suddenly spiraling out

away, but the more she wiped, the more

panic, unsure whether to offer comfort or how to do

moving, his eyes reddening slightly, his gaze harder than ever.

intervene or walk away,

but unable to, her emotions

gaze shifted

turned his

and the violent bobbing of his Adam’s apple.

to curse.

a word, Brandon suddenly stepped forward, stopping in front of Sophia and then

really wanted to curse

What a mess.

was paying attention to him.

stroking the back of her head, offering silent comfort.

a while, Don heard Brandon’s

did not elicit a response

Sophia’s emotions were beginning to calm down, her sobbing ceasing.

restaurant occasionally cast curious glances their

to notice the gawkers, awkwardly waving his hands as if to say “nothing to see here,” while his eyes flickered back to Brandon and

gently stroke Sophia’s back.

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 love. You clearly adore the resort project, and you’ve put your heart and soul into it. But just because it happens to be related to me, you’re going to force yourself to give it up? What

and gently let go of 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