The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 182

His icy glare was freaking her out, her hand caught in mid-air, forgetting to

struggle.

With a sharp tug on her wrist, Brandon pulled her stumbling towards him, then steadied her just before she could crash into his embrace.

He looked deep into her eyes, "Sophia?"

His voice was hoarse, tinged with uncertainty.

"Yeah, it's me," Sophia replied softly.

Brandon's gaze paused, then delved into her eyes again, "Why did you come?"

His question came in a low rasp, his voice rough from alcohol, his eyes foggy yet lucid.

Sophia couldn't tell if he was drunk or sober.

"The waiter called my cell," Sophia explained quietly, "Even if it had been a stranger, I'd have called the cops to avoid any trouble."

"Why didn't you just tell them to call the police?" Brandon pressed.

Sophia was stumped.

Seeing him unresponsive at the dinner table, she hadn't thought to ask them to call the police. She had just instinctively wanted to check on the situation.

"Sophia," Brandon's gaze was steady and serious, "I'm about to give up on you. Don't get my hopes up."

After saying this, she tried to pull her wrist away, attempting to

her coldly, his

didn't argue, simply asked in a soft voice, "Brandon, are

go of her

"Okay."

nodded lightly and

hitting the table followed by the clatter

Sophia looked back instinctively.

was struggling to stand up, using the table for support, brows furrowed, clearly heavily

was manifesting physically,

at her side, wanting

she couldn't help but

waved her

forced

strong smell of alcohol wafted over her as

put off by the smell, his nose

watching him approach with shaky steps, and just as he was about to

softly beside her, "this is the first time in my life I've ever drank to drown my

feel like

a while, Sophia heard her own raspy voice fill the

feels just as bad as being sober," Brandon replied, "I probably won't do something this

"Alcohol's not

all been trying

Sophia didn't respond.