The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 318

Sophia's heart was racing behind the door. From her spot, she could see every move Brandon made, including him glancing up at the surveillance camera. Thanks to the sudden stop she made earlier, Sophia knew she hadn't walked into the camera's view yet.

Brandon seemed puzzled by his own abrupt action.

After a moment's pause on the camera, his gaze shifted to Ivan, who was walking out with the crowd towards the gates, and then slowly retreated back to Theresa, who was anxiously watching him. He flashed her a smile and reached out his hand, "Doesn't Theresa want her Handsome Unkie anymore?"

Theresa hesitated, shaking her head no, but still too wary to get close to Brandon, instead snuggling closer to Grace for comfort.

Grace, equally intimidated by Brandon's unintentional aura of authority, lowered her voice without realizing it, "I'm sorry, Mr. Crawley, you're right, it was my oversight, I promise it won't happen again."

She didn't even know why she was making such a promise to a stranger, but the apology and assurances just slipped out under the pressure of Brandon's invisible presence.

Seeing Grace get scolded made Theresa feel sad, and she couldn't help but whisper an explanation to Brandon, "It was me, I ran out on my own, I didn't wake

Grace up."

"I know," Brandon reassured her with another gentle smile. "Why did you come looking for me?"

"I wanted to give my mommy's drawing to you," Theresa whispered. "But the drawing, it's gone, I wanted to find it."

Ivan, who was passing by behind Theresa, caught every word she said without missing a beat.

He deliberately followed behind the people leaving the building, unnoticed in the crowd.

His steps didn't falter as he walked out the door with the others.

Brandon's attention was also fixed on Theresa.

"Where did it go missing?" he asked softly.

Theresa pointed to where she had been sitting: "There."

Sophia behind the door couldn't help but frown. From her angle, she could only see Brandon clearly but not the entirety of Theresa, unaware of where Theresa was pointing.

She could only look towards Brandon, who glanced in the direction of the hall and then spoke to Theresa in a tender voice, "How about I take you to ask the front desk lady, okay?"

Theresa nodded hesitantly and finally leaned in, allowing Brandon to pick her up. Kent, always quick on the uptake, swiftly called the front desk over, but when questioned, they hadn't noticed any drawing, hadn't seen it.

Theresa seemed downcast, "Maybe it was blown away by the wind."

"It's okay, your mommy has so many other drawings, you can give one to me

another time," Brandon comforted her, patting her head.

consoled,

her hair, his palm resting on her locks, lingering there, his fingertips

inadvertently caught between his fingers was

Theresa, his expression distant, a mix of

his eyes, Brandon gripped the strand of Theresa's hair a bit firmer, causing

with a remorseful touch, softly telling her, "Theresa, go back with Grace for now, okay? I

Theresa nodded: "Okay."

off on your own anymore,

Theresa nodded again: "Okay."

young, she can't be left alone, especially not

it's my job. I'll be careful, it won't happen

and then directed Kent, "Kent, you

Kent nodded

to Kent, "Theresa, this is Kent. He will

Theresa nodded: "Okay."

towards Grace. Grace took Theresa from Brandon, said their

arms.

stood still, watching them leave until his hand, hanging by

Brandon looked at the hair

handing them to Brandon. Brandon

standing outside the fire door, listened to the sound of the elevator doors opening and closing behind her until the silence settled. She leaned back against the door,

Theresa was missing, to the shock of seeing her with Brandon, to witnessing Brandon's decisive collection of Theresa's hair, she had been

what she was feeling

mix of panic and discomfort, but

take Theresa away from the moment she hung up the phone

was still on the fence about Brandon's vague advances and the fact that he was moving

hurt by him. She

over tomorrow, that project will be in the bag. The rest is just a matter of

be accomplished; she could hold her

was

time and again, and

other end was the long, slow ringing, "beep...

the phone trembled. She

after a seemingly long wait, the

mixed with the sound of car horns in the

herself and said softly, "Are you at the office? I'd like to see you."

you about something," Sophia said quietly. "Are you

a moment of silence

a good time, never mind," Sophia continued in her gentle,

"I'll hang up."