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

was supposed to head back tomorrow, but this

you over

through the old alleys, pick up some gifts

a ticket back to Wye City for tomorrow, Brandon paused and looked at

gently. “I had the

wait a couple more days,

nodded. “So you’ve really decided

offer to join Star Dempsey Architects as the design director. Sophia’s mouth opened

to make a trip

settled things there; her belongings and life were still there.

the atmosphere, which was somewhat relaxed, grew

him and asking, “Brandon, do you think we can still

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can’t,” Brandon replied, his tone calm and decisive, his eyes fixed on her.

smile. “I don’t think we

looked at her,

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

didn’t know it was your design when the project was approved.”

wasn’t sure if Brandon was encouraging her or stating the facts, but she was

she said quietly.

are you

honestly, “I haven’t thought it through yet.”

cold lunchbox. Seeing Sophia had lost her appetite, he didn’t insist, closed the lunchbox,

then, Sophia’s

it up

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

answer button and brought the phone to her ear.

Her voice was soft and

if this was her usual tone or if

bumped into them at the airport once, heading out of the country together, and had sent him a

photo, the way this man looked at Sophia

had been just a casual friend to

been focused

nothing

the other end was cool and restrained, not like Don or Kent, who would be brimming with enthusiasm.