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."

here soon." After saying this,

staring at her coldly, his grip on her wrist even

in a soft voice, "Brandon, are

let go of her hand, "You

"Okay."

lightly and

her, a dull thud of a body hitting the table followed by the clatter of bottles being knocked over indicated it wasn't

Sophia looked back instinctively.

stand up, using the table for support, brows furrowed,

manifesting physically, not

twitched at her side, wanting to

okay?" she couldn't help

her

he forced himself

unsteady, and the strong smell of alcohol wafted over her as he got

off by the smell,

shaky steps, and just as he was about to pass

spoke softly beside her, "this is the first time in my life I've

like to drink

her own raspy voice

Brandon replied, "I probably

"Alcohol's not exactly

all been trying to set me up with

Sophia didn't respond.