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."

back, "I've already notified Kent. He should be here soon." After saying

his grip

asked in a soft voice, "Brandon, are you

then suddenly let go of her

"Okay."

and

body hitting the table followed by

Sophia looked back instinctively.

was struggling to stand up, using the table for support,

manifesting physically, not

at her side, wanting to help

she couldn't help but ask,

waved her

he forced himself to stand and headed

of alcohol wafted over her as he

put off by the smell, his nose

and just as he was about

is the first time in my life I've

it feel like to drink

Sophia heard her own raspy voice fill the small

"I probably

Sophia murmured, "Alcohol's

agreed lightly, "You all been trying

Sophia didn't respond.