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.

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

had time to furnish the place, other than throwing a mattress

a broom or a

obviously

and balcony before pausing on the takeout

just moved back in these past few days and have been pulling all-nighters on a

voice was

a look but

or her own nerves, but her brain felt like it was running

was struggling to keep it

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

She trailed off again.

dispenser in the house not even

awkwardly at

showed a knowing look, clearly guessing that she had nothing

whatever Brandon might think and turned to head toward the sofa to sit

herself against the wall, her hand was caught by

on? I thought

deep voice rang

hand and closed her eyes to steady

brain,

reply, instead helping her sit down on the sofa. He looked

me see the test

end of the sofa and pulling out the medical

were all normal, except

Brandon suggested, helping her to lie down on the sofa. He glanced at the sofa, which lacked

and went back

as bare as the rest of the place, with just

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

he didn't dawdle. He grabbed a thin blanket from the bed and came out,

run down to the supermarket to grab some