The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 300

Susan shot back a text pretty quickly: "Yeah, I know, caught it on the front door cam."

Perhaps it's the rub-off from living together with Sophia for so long, Susan, who used to be a bit of a scatterbrain, has gotten just as cautious.

Theresa didn't wait for Sophia to return and thought about heading downstairs to look for her, but she's sensible and didn't want to intrude on Sophia's work, so she hit up Susan for her phone to give Sophia a ring.

Susan got Sophia. She's all about punctuality and always kept her words. If she said she'll be back at a certain time, she will. If not, something must be up. So, this whole thing didn't really seem like Sophia's style, which was why Susan turned on the door cam app to check.

The cam at Sophia's place can catch the view across to the other house's front door, and through the app, Susan spotted Brandon stepping out.

She also saw him escorting Sophia back to the 15th floor earlier.

Their high-sensitivity cam worked well, even a cat sneaking by would trigger a notification.

Sophia already guessed Susan was spying through the cam and replied with a "Gotcha," put down her phone, and was about to rest when Susan's text popped up, full of curiosity, "Why's Brandon here all of a sudden?"

"He bought the condo across the hall."

Susan was surprised at this.

Sophia was dead beat and not up for a chat: "Gonna catch some Z's, let Theresa know, okay?"

Susan sent an "OK" gesture: "Sleep tight."

Sophia killed her phone's screen, put it on the nightstand, and hit the sack.

She was out like a light the moment her eyes shut.

Brandon didn't barge in to disturb her. He still had stuff to sort out, fingers flying over the keyboard as the sleeping computer came back to life.

The screen was locked. Sophia hadn't shared her password, but Brandon remembered she used to set it to something as pointless as "1234."

He gave those digits a shot, and bingo, the computer unlocked, revealing the desktop.

Brandon spotted the design proposal she hadn't closed, it was still rough around the edges.

He minimized the app, pulled up his email, and dove into work.

wrapped up around 11, he turned off the computer, glanced towards Sophia's room, saw it was quiet, but felt a bit uneasy, so he nudged

touch was feather-light, didn't

asleep, hands neatly placed in front of her belly as if afraid of squashing something. Brandon remembered Sophia's sleep

squished on it, clinging to the sense of security it gave

one, often ending up snuggled against him

embarrassment, she tried to change, but still favored curling

Sophia's resting face, then his eyes shifted, landing on the phone by her

the number Theresa had painstakingly punched in

at Sophia on

was sleeping soundly, oblivious

fingers twitched slightly, dialing the number Theresa

the nightstand, as a polite voice from customer service floated in: "Hello, the number you have dialed is switched off." The phone on

Brandon's lips, he shook his head with

didn't disturb her. Instead, he quietly closed the door, hit the supermarket downstairs to grab some fresh ingredients, and whipped up lunch

still out. Brandon didn't wake her, let her

sure if it was day or night. She freshened up, wandered into the

stopped typing and turned

slowly:

"Go have something to eat. I'll

headed to the kitchen without any sign

wasn't sure when he planned to leave and didn't feel

Sophia suggested.

scrutinizing eyes sent a jolt of panic

she kept her cool: "Been ages since I had a nice

sometimes would go out and eat alone. He eyed her for a moment, then nodded: "I'll join you. Been

agreed: "Cool. I'll go

she couldn't help but glance back at him: "I was thinking of inviting Cindy and Mr. Dempsey. They've been a big help; been

do mind," Brandon said, deliberate

pursed her lips: "Then maybe you shouldn't

trying to tick me off?" Brandon asked, all

avoiding eye contact, "You're making it

for a good while,

of yourself." His voice was steady, without a hint of annoyance or