The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 233

Chapter 233

"So." Sophia glanced at his fridge, "Got anything to eat in there? I can whip something up for you."

"Fridge is bare." Brandon said, "There's a grocery store downstairs. I'll go with you."

Brandon had already bent over to pick up the keys from the table, "Let's roll."

Sophia hesitated, looking at him, "Last time I was sick in the hospital, I just lived off takeout."

So it was not like she was too precious to eat anything that wasn't freshly made.

Brandon gave her a look, "You never said you were against takeout."

Seeing that she wasn't keen on going, Brandon didn't push her.

"You hang tight here; I'll head down and buy some stuff," he said and turned to leave.

Sophia saw that both of his hands were injured, and in the end, she couldn't bear to let him, an injured man, go shopping and carry stuff.

"I should go; you just rest at home," she said, following him and reaching for the keys in his hand.

Brandon didn't hand them over, "Let's go together."

He had already pushed the door open. Sophia had no choice but to follow.

The supermarket was just downstairs. It wasn't big, but being in a high-end neighborhood, the selection was fresh and plentiful.

"What do you feel like eating?"

Surveying the array of ingredients, Brandon turned to ask Sophia.

"Don't worry about me; what do you want to eat?" Sophia replied, "I have to head back soon, got a project to rush tonight."

Brandon took a look at her, "Your boss is right here; no need to bust your gut."

Sophia pressed her lips, “I don't like to procrastinate."

Brandon nodded, acknowledging that was indeed Sophia's style. She always got things done today, never putting them off.

"What you been up to lately?" He asked, strolling through the seafood section with her, grabbing suitable ingredients and tossing them into the cart.

with a property design," Sophia said, ambling

the cart, using

letting a woman exert herself,

still working on the property design, Brandon furrowed his brows and looked

he knew

off? That project isn't really

was already halfway through;

Ivan is in charge of that

on

bandage on his left palm, recalling the glass he crushed yesterday, and

didn't say anything either, and just focused his attention back on

the tension that had just eased between them starting to tighten up again. She shifted her gaze to the seafood section they were passing by, pointing at a lively Northern snakehead, "Let's get one of these. I heard the soup

at her, "You've researched

heard it from someone," Sophia gave

she had her baby, Grace made her the soup, claiming it was good

further, and asked the staff to net one.

the groceries into the kitchen, turning back to Brandon, "You rest up. I'll be done in a

didn't go to rest as told; instead, he followed her into the kitchen. "Let me

took out the snakehead from the bag and started rinsing it under the tap with one hand. With his hands not being

of three dishes and a soup. Serving the last dish, she untied her apron

start eating. I'll head

was dishing up rice, with two

"Eat before you go."

towards her; maybe he pushed too hard or

minor bends, unable to make large movements. His arms weren't broken, but they were badly bruised from a

the bowl towards her, he

some food with his

food and gently set

could feed you, if you

end, Sophia hesitatingly offered, finding herself roped into a way

she had injured her right arm, and it was Brandon who fed her in the

glanced at her and nodded slightly,

an

up a piece of food, and hesitantly held it to his

in due to the act of feeding, with warm breath mingling between them. Sophia's

Brandon was rather composed. He looked at her, "Let me do

then took the tableware from her hand, still experiencing pain

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