The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

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.

brought over the freshly made pasta, Sophia was still zoning out, staring at

neatly setting the tableware in place. Sophia nodded gently and walked over to sit across from

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

and the rest had done her good. The dizziness was gone, and

did you

the table as

Brandon paused mid-bite.

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

not on

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

spoke, the atmosphere was much calmer, almost like old friends reuniting

Sophia couldn't help but look up at

his pasta, just quietly

rest at home for the

asked, then noticed the hesitation in Sophia's

I'm thinking of taking a few

past her to the empty living room, then

puzzled about why Brandon

explain, just looked back at

shook her head. "Not

"Anything else feel off?"

shook her head. "No, I'm much better

indeed looked better than

rest. I'm heading back to the

Sophia nodded. "Okay."

up to see him

to remember something from

her phone number, but the very next day, the house was empty,

with the project filed, although work hadn't started, things were settling down, and Sophia's coming

hesitated for

ask him what was up when

felt that Brandon was acting odd today, his demeanor upon leaving slightly different

straight back to the

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

"Yeah."

was curt as he walked past

after him. "How's Ms. Yearwood?

"She's fine."

sigh of relief. "Good to

"Tomorrow, you take her."