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.

his gaze had landed. She didn't dare to

hadn't had time to furnish the place, other than throwing a mattress on

broom or

had obviously noticed

gaze left the barren bedroom and swept over the empty living room and balcony before pausing on the

have been pulling all-nighters on a

voice was tinged

gave her a look but didn't say

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

was struggling to keep it

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

She trailed off again.

no water dispenser in the

glanced awkwardly at

knowing look, clearly guessing that she had nothing to

might think and turned to head toward the sofa

out to steady herself against the wall, her hand was caught by a dry, warm palm, and another warm hand supported

I thought

deep voice rang

and closed her eyes

of poor rest and insufficient blood flow to the brain, making me a little dizzy.

sofa. He looked at her

me see the

her bag on one end of the sofa and pulling out

all normal,

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

up and went back to the

bare as the rest of the place, with just

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

thin blanket from the bed and came out, gently

to grab some stuff.