The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 189

"What's in the fridge?"

Brandon asked, already making his way to the fridge as he spoke.

"There's nothing in it."

Before she could finish speaking, Brandon had already flung open the fridge door.

The empty fridge brought silence upon them both.

The fridge was empty and clean, with not even the power plugged in.

Brandon glanced at the unplugged cord still hanging on a hook at the back of the fridge and then turned to Sophia.

Sophia sheepishly explained, "I've just moved in not long ago, and work has been crazy, so I haven't had a chance to shop for household items."

As she finished speaking, Brandon frowned and his gaze shifted to the equally barren and clean kitchen, devoid of even the basics like oil, salt, soy sauce, pots,

and pans.

The place looked uninhabited.

Brandon looked up at the balcony, no laundry hanging, not even a towel in sight.

Sophia's gaze followed his to the balcony, and her heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, she looked at Brandon.

His eyes had moved on to the bedroom.

The kitchen door was adjacent to the main bedroom.

The bedroom door was open.

From his angle, he could see a corner of the bed, which had been simply made with a mattress and sheets.

where his gaze had landed. She didn't dare to relax, and

and hadn't had time to furnish the place, other than

broom

had obviously noticed

and swept over the empty living room and balcony before pausing on the takeout on the dining table and finally resting on her,

moved back in these past few days and have been pulling all-nighters on a design project. Haven't had time to

voice was tinged with

a look

if it was the pressure from Brandon or her own nerves, but her brain felt like it was running on fumes, the dizziness

struggling to keep

seat," Sophia suggested softly, trying to change the subject, "I'll pour you

She trailed off again.

no water dispenser in the house not even

glanced awkwardly at

knowing look, clearly guessing

at her lips in embarrassment, unable to continue speaking. She resigned herself to whatever Brandon might think and turned to head toward the sofa to

her hand was caught by a dry, warm

I thought you

voice rang

and

poor rest and insufficient blood flow to the brain, making me a

the sofa. He looked at her

see the test

bag on one end of the sofa and pulling out

all normal,

on the sofa. He glanced at the sofa,

went back to the

bare as the rest of the place, with just

of cosmetics on the dressing table either. Brandon frowned, his gaze pausing briefly on the suitcase in the corner,

from the bed and came out, gently covering Sophia with it before looking

to run down to the supermarket to grab some