The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 217

Chapter 217

Sophia gave a slight nod, "Yeah, all good now."

"Gotta take better care of yourself." Brandon said, "Work ain't everything."

Sophia couldn't help but chuckle, "Funny hearing that from you."

Brandon cracked a smile too but didn't bite. They sat in a corner, not making a beeline for the private room.

The crowd that had gathered for the juicy gossip was still dining in the cafeteria, sneaking peeks over at them, curiosity written all over their faces, and couldn't help speculating about Sophia's identity.

Even though Sophia and Brandon had been married for two years, she rarely visited the company. On the rare occasions she did, it was straight to the top floor via Brandon's private elevator, so most folks didn't recognize her, let alone know about her relationship with Brandon.

But everyone had seen Brandon ditch the brave girl who confessed her feelings and beeline straight to Sophia.

They clearly saw the tenderness in Brandon's eyes, yet all he did was ask her out for a meal. Now, they were just eating like any two old pals. Thought they had a juicy story, but turned out they got zip.

Sophia noticed the curious looks from the people around. She glanced at Brandon; Brandon's face was calm as ever. Both tacitly avoided bringing up the recent scene to maintain the peace they were enjoying.

They had the most harmonious yet polite meal since they reunited.

It felt vaguely like going back to those two years of marriage, minus the intimacy, that bone-deep, unrestrained, fiery affection.

The elevator stopped on the seventeenth floor. The doors opened, and Brandon saw Ivan walking from the printer towards the office with some design plans.

Ivan happened to look up and catch Brandon's eye. Brandon looked away and turned to Sophia.

"I'm here," Sophia said as she turned to bid goodbye to Brandon.

"Uh-huh," Brandon nodded.

Sophia stepped out of the elevator. Brandon watched her leave.

The elevator doors closed, and their expressions slowly faded with them. Things just weren't the same anymore.

Don had stepped out for a call and missed the midday drama, but he caught the gist from the fiery chat logs and videos shared in the work group.

wait around. As soon as lunch was over,

big

quizzed, "Who's this chick? She chased you all the way

hand propping his chin, eyes closed,

daughter," he replied

and confessing in front of a crowd.

shot him

Don prodded, "If it was me, I might've said 'yes'

if I can't

Don was stumped.

Tia was Sophia at seventeen, what

"You'd have turned her

Brandon nodded slowly.

Back then when he hadn't gained much of life experience, he hadn't realized

knew himself, so she chose

today wouldn't, but the seventeen-year-old Sophia was never

gaze. He

"I can't figure out what's going on between

our separate ways, finding our own

and mingle,

as he hopped up to sit on Brandon's desk. Brandon just glanced at him,

"Still looking?" Don inquired.

then looked

"That girl today?"

not right

about Yolanda? Your folks and hers

voice chilled,

mood shift, puzzled by his recent aversion to a name

cast him a concerned look, "You've been very resistant to Yolanda these last

uttered, "Yolanda's

looking at Marian Barlow,

Marian?" Don tried a different angle, "You really not

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