The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 156

Sophia, still waiting for the elevator, had slightly closed her eyes, fighting off the dizziness the booze was causing.

The dude still hugging his girlfriend was checking Sophia out with a sleazy look in his eyes, his gaze dropping from her flushed face to her gently heaving chest.

She was dressed all business-like today, in a long-sleeve white chiffon blouse, paired with a light khaki ankle-length skirt, and her brown curls draped over her shoulders, professional with a touch of softness.

Sophia definitely caught the skeevy vibe coming from the guy’s stare.

She opened her eyes and gave him an icy glance, subtly turning her body to block his view of her chest, her grip on the phone in her hand tightening just a bit.

Brandon noticed her fingers hovering over her phone, not really about to call the cops, but keeping her options open.

He was right there, for crying out loud.

Brandon looked away, squashing the surge of anger bubbling up inside him, then turned back and strode over to her, grabbing her hand as soon as he reached her, shooting a cold look at the elevator-waiting creep.

Intimidated by the chill in his eyes, the guy unconsciously tightened his grip on his girl and found an excuse to skedaddle.

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Brandon, holding Sophia’s hand a bit too forcefully, ushered her inside and pressed the button for the fifteenth floor.

Sophia silently watched him, not saying a word.

Her hand, firmly held, tried to squirm free, but at the slightest movement, Brandon’s grip just tightened, giving her no chance to break away.

It wasn’t until they reached the door of the room that Brandon finally extended his hand, “Room key!”

His voice was cold and tinged with anger, quashing any of Sophia’s attempts to resist.

Hesitating, she pulled out the room card, which Brandon snatched away, swiped to open the door, and pushed Sophia inside before turning his attention to the room.

It was a spacious double room with no kitchen appliances.

then turned around to call room service for some sobering tea, and afterward grabbed

lukewarm water, warmed a bottle of mineral water, twisted off the cap,

“Mhm.”

took a sip, and the discomfort in her stomach from

came just then. Room service had brought

it, muttered a thanks, and handed it to Sophia, “Drink this first.”

silently and accepted the cup, sipping it slowly until

subsided after a brief sweat, the tipsiness remained,

and Brandon fell back into

knew what to

his wife, he refused to be just friends, and between them,

of a

and Brandon both turned to look at the

her the

phone. It

was worried about her, checking if she’d made it home.

Sophia

on the other end, then hesitated before asking, “You

hadn’t forgotten how cold Brandon had been when he

Ivan. Don’t worry about

voice was calm and soft, like how she spoke to him,

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at her, “Did he come to the company for you?” Sophia was taken aback by the question; she hadn’t considered this possibility, but she didn’t think it was

“No,” she said.

lips curled slightly, his tone mocking, clearly not buying her

dwell on

between you?” Brandon asked. Sophia hadn’t thought about this either. Ivan hadn’t shown any signals in that