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."

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

at her coldly, his grip on her

in a soft voice, "Brandon, are you

then suddenly let go of her hand, "You should

"Okay."

and turned to

a body hitting the table followed by the clatter of bottles being knocked over indicated it

Sophia looked back instinctively.

the table for support, brows

manifesting physically, not

side, wanting to help him, yet

couldn't help but ask,

waved her

forced himself

strong smell of alcohol wafted over

by the smell, his nose wrinkling in

with shaky steps, and just as he was about to pass

first time in my life I've ever drank to

like to

her own raspy voice

sober," Brandon replied, "I probably won't do

good," Sophia murmured, "Alcohol's not

trying

Sophia didn't respond.