The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 130

Sophia hesitated, giving him a glance, finding it hard to open up.

During those two years when she and Brandon were an item, they never did the whole feeding each other thing, let alone now.

But Brandon was the epitome of patience, cradling the lunchbox in one hand and wielding the utensils in the other, tilting his head and watching her silently, not rushing her. Yet, his gaze was so intense it was giving Sophia a mental workout. She reluctantly opened up in the end..

Once she took the first bite, the second was easier.

Brandon acted like it was no biggie, not the least bit uncomfortable.

Sophia, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves.

Between the blood loss and not having eaten all day, she was already running on fumes, starving, but being hand-fed by Brandon was a pressure cooker, and after nibbling a bit to line her stomach, she couldn’t really stomach any more.

“I’m full,” she murmured.

Brandon glanced at the half-eaten meal and didn’t push her, just looked at her calmly and said, “Sophia, you’re scared of being a bother, but do you even have anyone else to bother?”

Sophia pursed her lips and kept mum.

She really didn’t.

Her social circle was pitifully small, and the only one gutsy enough to ask for help to come to the hospital was Susan, but she wasn’t in the West district now.

At home, the only one willing to care for her was Haley, but Haley was in need of care himself, so that was out of the question. She didn’t want to worry him either.

“I could hire a nurse,” Sophia spoke softly, looking at Brandon, “It’s not that serious, just needs a few days to heal.”

“What counts as serious? Missing an arm or a leg?”

Sophia didn’t dare to continue the conversation.

Brandon fed her another spoonful, and only after she ate did his expression soften slightly.

“How did you get hurt?” Brandon asked.

“Just rotten luck, passing by when the sign decided to take a dive,” Sophia said, a bit embarrassed. She was just out shopping, who’d have thought she’d win the unlucky lottery.

Imagining the scenario, Brandon smiled slightly. “Talk about a stroke of bad luck.”

looking a bit

back tomorrow, but this unfortunate incident meant rescheduling

were you over there?” Brandon

been back in two years, wanted to stroll through the old alleys, pick up some gifts

her mentioning buying a ticket back to Wye City for tomorrow, Brandon paused and looked at her.

had the ticket, but now.”

wound on her right arm. “Might have to wait a couple more days, let the wound

you’ve really

he was referring to the resort project and the offer to join Star Dempsey Architects as the design director. Sophia’s mouth

definitely had to make a trip

a rush, and she hadn’t settled things there; her belongings and

didn’t push further, and the atmosphere, which was

also fell silent for a while before looking at him and

1/3

his tone calm and decisive, his

“I don’t think we can

at her, saying nothing.

the traditional Zenithan style, and I’ve always wanted to independently design a building in that style, but because of my lack

know it was your design when the project was

Brandon was encouraging her or stating the

you,” she

watched her without moving. “So are you still

Sophia admitted honestly, “I haven’t thought

no more, looking down at the now cold lunchbox. Seeing Sophia had lost her appetite, he didn’t insist, closed the lunchbox, and got up.

then, Sophia’s phone rang.

picked it

glanced at the phone, and when he saw the name “Ivan,” his movement with the lunchbox

the answer button and brought the

voice was

her usual tone or if

into them at the airport once, heading

the photo, the way this man looked at Sophia was attentive and

Brandon knew, Ivan had been just a casual friend to Sophia these

been focused

nothing more.

for a meal?” The voice on the other end was cool and restrained, not like Don or Kent, who would be brimming