The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 154

“You know what, you’re right. I’ve tried to leave you five times and I’ve lost every single time. Guess some things are just out of our hands. So this time, I’m not gonna gamble my future on a sixth go-around.”

As Sophia spoke, she glanced over at Brandon.

“I’m still easy to influence where you’re concerned; I’ve always known that’s a weak spot for me. That’s why I’ve always kept my distance from you. But just like you said, I can’t seem to escape this weird cycle. It feels like no matter where I run, I end up back with you, so I’ve decided to just go with the flow.”

“Even coming back this time, I wasn’t all that sure about it, so I left it up to fate. If I could make it back in time, great; if not, so be it. And I don’t know if it’s good luck or what, but despite the flight delays, I still made it to your opening ceremony. The moment I stepped into the Starlight Group, I knew for sure that I landed the Zenithan-style resort project fair and square. There’s no reason for me to let it go.”

“Although you’re not the one in charge of this project, we’re in the same company and it’s inevitable that our paths will cross. We may not be cut out to be husband and wife, but it’s not like we have any major beef between us. It’s just that our families, personalities, and ambitions don’t mesh, that’s all. We’re bound to interact professionally, so we can’t keep going at each other. like cats and dogs.”

Sophia said this, looking at him. “Maybe being friends is the most suitable relationship for us.”

Brandon stared at her silently for a moment. “We can’t be friends, Sophia.”

“There’s no middle ground for us. We’re either married or we’re strangers,” he said with a calm that borders on icy.

This version of Brandon reminded Sophia of the night they divorced.

The same calmness, the same ‘it is or it isn’t’, with no room for anything in between – not even a need for a reason.

Sophia didn’t know quite how to feel. She laughed a little and fell silent, feeling like she was awkwardly trying to suck up to someone in power.

Brandon didn’t say anything more.

They both quietly continued eating their skewers.

Meanwhile, Don, who had been howling like a banshee on the phone, put the receiver down and headed out, returning shortly with

someone in tow.

you all to our new designer, a hotshot straight from the world-renowned

as she subconsciously looked up at him, catching

was a bit surprised to see Ivan.

Sophia and gave her

reflexively smiled at him.

exchange didn’t miss Brandon’s

he got up

couldn’t help but glance at his retreating figure,

Brandon’s silent departure and looked worriedly in his direction before turning back to

just sat there, not

Sophia, then thoughtfully at

the night and slowly vanished.

Sophia again, she was still staring in the direction Brandon left, her face a mix of the familiar daze

swept over Sophia’s face, his worry fading as he played the part of the mood-lifting boss, introducing Ivan’s credentials to

designer at the company; Don gave him a title equal to

thanking everyone for their applause, Ivan sat down next to

08:42

Ivan said first.

“It should be me saying congrats to you.”

Ivan also chuckled.

drinks, and

gulped down the drink in front of her, mistaking it for a

and by then

not good with booze, usually a teetotaler, and suddenly downing a big glass of whiskey threw her into a bit of a panic. Don noticed her pale face.

replied, worried she would get tipsy soon. She politely said goodbye to Ivan, “I have some things to take care of at home, so I’ll head back first. You guys

to Don, Kent and the

glass of whiskey,

necessary, thanks.” Sophia smiled, declining, and after