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.”

nodded in agreement, looking a bit

was supposed to head back tomorrow, but this unfortunate incident meant

you over there?”

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

for tomorrow, Brandon paused and looked at her. “Are you

had

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

“So you’ve really decided to

Architects as the design director. Sophia’s

definitely had to make a trip

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

which was somewhat

silent for a while before looking at him and asking, “Brandon, do you think we

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his tone calm and

don’t think we

at her, saying nothing.

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

me, I didn’t know it was your design when the project was

was encouraging her or stating the facts, but she was truly

she said quietly.

her without moving. “So are

“I haven’t

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

Sophia’s

picked it

and when he saw the name “Ivan,” his movement with the lunchbox paused briefly before he

and brought the phone to

was soft and gentle.

this was her usual tone or if

remembered the guy. Patricia had bumped into them at the airport once, heading out of the country together, and had sent

man looked at Sophia was attentive and

as far as Brandon knew, Ivan had been just a casual friend to

been focused on her

years, nothing

got time for a meal?” The voice on the other end was cool and restrained, not like