The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 122

Brandon took a quick glance at the photo

Sophia was in the crowd, rocking an oatmeal cocoon cashmere coat that was loose and simple, yet youthfully stylish.

She didn’t bother with a scarf, showing off a glimpse of her fair, slender neck with a well-defined collarbone, no hint of a baby bump in sight.

Her face was just as calm and obedient as ever, with a subtle intellectual vibe. Her getup was low-key, but she still managed to turn heads in the crowd.

If the kid was still around, Sophia would’ve been about 7, pushing 8 months pregnant in February, but he couldn’t tell from the photo.

“There are a few more shots,” Marian said, swiping to the next one.

It was a candid shot of the scene.

Everyone was either looking up or turning to discuss the architecture.

Sophia’s back was caught on camera too, standing alone under a tall building, gazing up at the top, her right hand pointing at something with a pen.

Even in her loose cocoon coat, you could tell she had a slim waist from the silhouette it created.

Her wrists and ankles, not hidden by the coat, were as delicate as a young girl’s.

Even though he expected it, seeing the photo still stirred a faint sense of loss in Brandon.

Marian didn’t miss the look of disappointment on his face and asked curiously, “What’s up?”

at her, “Was Sophia

a bit,” Marian said, puzzled, “It’s all the same. Classes, after-school stuff, fieldwork

asked, “Why do you ask?”

replied, handing back the

chuckled, taking her

at Louis, who kept peeping out of the house, “Grandpa Louis, I gotta

just got here, what’s the rush?” Louis came out with his cane, “Yolanda’s not home often, why

can’t.” Brandon declined, “Just had a bit of business with

didn’t linger, said his goodbyes to Louis,

into Don hanging by his front door with a few

him, “What are you doing

to sleep myself,” Don said, waving a bottle of fine liquor as Brandon exited the elevator, “We’re in the

gave him a look, “Why are you drowning your sorrows? It’s not your

I am, barely started, and I’m already shot down. Let me mourn a bit.”

thoughtfully, “You’re not seriously into Sophia, are

You two

it and you’ll see what

Don grimaced.

Friends’ exes are off-limits, and even if he had the guts, he couldn’t handle

wearing him down;

for the same woman?” Don sighed, watching as Brandon’s thumb

ignored him, thumb on the lock, door

Don, who made himself at home, grabbing two glasses from the