The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 190

Chapter 190

Brandon stared blankly at the flight information for quite a while before finally looking up at the spick-and-span bedroom.

The empty vanity was wiped to perfection, not a speck of dust in sight.

The whole house only felt lived-in by the black suitcase in the corner and the bed with its sheets spread out.

His gaze aimlessly swept from the bedroom across the empty living room, the balcony, and finally paused in the kitchen.

The newly bought stuff was still piled up on the countertop, untouched and not yet put away.

The somewhat haphazard stacking and the sterile vibe of the house seemed out of place.

Suddenly, Brandon felt a wave of the blues wash over him.

He let out a long sigh and put Sophia's phone back where it was.

After a deep, drugged sleep, Sophia woke up feeling a bit out of sorts, like she didn't know where she was.

Blearily sitting up, she spotted Brandon on the balcony.

He had moved a chair out there at some point, sitting sideways to the sofa, gazing out, with his eyelids half-closed, lost in thought.

His handsome profile bathed in the afternoon light had a distant, detached aura, shrouded in mist, hard to read.

"Don't you need to get back to the office?"

Seeing him still there, Sophia asked softly, glancing at her phone to check the time work hours were well underway.

Brandon turned to look at her. "Awake?"

Sophia nodded. "Yeah."

Brandon got up and walked over. "Feeling any better?"

"Yeah, much," Sophia replied lightly, her eyes falling on the now-cold pasta on the table, feeling a bit guilty, "Sorry, I must've been really beat earlier. I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep."

She genuinely hadn't expected to doze off.

The dizziness was overpowering, and all she could do was close her eyes to fight it, never thinking she'd actually drift off.

"It's cool," said Brandon, heading to the kitchen, "I'll whip up another bowl for you."

With that, he was already in the kitchen, getting two more bowls of pasta ready.

Sophia watched his busy silhouette in the kitchen, her heart filled with an indescribable feeling.

She remembered how he pushed her away last night when he was drunk, telling her coldly, "Sophia, I'm letting you go too. Don't give me any hope."

But now, here he was in her kitchen, making food for her while she was sick.

made pasta, Sophia

the tableware in place. Sophia nodded gently and

were delicious, the rich broth mixed with the scent of beef was tantalizing, especially

of the medicine and the rest had done her

you

Brandon across the table as he silently ate

Brandon paused mid-bite.

at her. "You got sick partly because of me. It's my responsibility to take

not on you. I

too, but quickly his expression turned serious. "Let's eat before

"Yeah."

and started

Brandon didn't say more.

Neither did Sophia.

the old times between them, yet not quite

they barely spoke, the atmosphere was much calmer, almost like old

food, Sophia couldn't help

just quietly watching her, his dark eyes deep

rest at home

the hesitation in Sophia's

nodded lightly. "Yeah, I'm thinking of taking a few

his gaze drifting past her to the empty

followed his gaze, puzzled about why Brandon

just looked back at

her head.

"Anything else feel off?"

her head. "No, I'm much

looked better than she had

stood up. "Then you should rest. I'm

Sophia nodded. "Okay."

got up to

seemed to remember

to the door just like this, even left him her phone number, but

although work hadn't started, things were settling down, and Sophia's coming and going wasn't

for a moment, then stopped

to ask him what was up when he walked away without a

acting odd today, his demeanor upon leaving slightly different

went straight back to the

in, he quickly got up to greet him. "Mr. Crawley, you're

"Yeah."

was curt as

him. "How's Ms.

"She's fine."

breathed a sigh of relief. "Good

"Tomorrow, you take her."

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