The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 611

The shrill honk of a passing motorcycle snapped Sophia out of her daze. Instinctively, she whipped her head around, and the sight of the speeding motorbikes made her step back onto the small path she just turned out from by instant. Her retreat made her stumble and fall to the ground.

The biker teens seemed to still have steam to blow off; as they zoomed past, they shot a nasty look in Sophia's direction.

Brandon turned around just in time to see the bikers zooming off and couldn't help but frown. President Poe caught the scene as well and frowned, chiming in, "Racing around the school zone is strictly off-limits. These guys are out of line, tearing it up here every other day."

Brandon gave him a glance but didn't say a word. His gaze slowly drifted away from the bikers, now specks in the distance, confusion flickering in his eyes.

Brandon's former homeroom teacher, already smiling, called out, "Let's head inside the school; it's freezing out here. Don't just stand around chatting; might catch a cold."

President Poe, with a smile, picked up the thread, "Look at me, getting all carried away. Come on, let's go inside and chat."

As he spoke, he gestured for Brandon to follow him into the campus.

Brandon gave the homeroom teacher, who now looked a bit old and worn, a nod and started walking towards the school gate in response to the chorus of greetings.

As he turned, he couldn't resist looking back at the corner where Sophia had just been standing, but it was empty.

The quiet street had returned to its peaceful state. Brandon's gaze fell somberly.

rubbing her knee

her head had fallen off during the shuffle, and her

the scattered hat and scarf. Instinctively, he picked up the hat

you," Sophia replied in a soft

hat in hand, in disbelief as he looked at Sophia. She looked up at him, confused,

hat, his eyes slightly teary, a

looked at the man in front of her, who seemed to be losing control of

hand reached out to her, fingers trembling as if he wanted to pull down her mask. Sophia dodged as his hand almost touched her mask and looked

eyes filled with an unsure confusion. He glanced at the

handing

you," she replied quietly, accepting the hat and standing up. She

nod, as if to say goodbye,

called out to her

name Sophia didn't mean too much for her, even though Harvey had

her of any attachment to her own name. Since she had regained consciousness, Harvey had

reaction from her, his hope dimming, but he didn't want to give up just yet. After hesitating, he took

are you doing?" Sophia instinctively turned and

saw the familiar face, "You're really