The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 640

He's always had a killer instinct that never led him astray, but somehow, the truth kept giving him the slip, time and time again.

Just like when he first stumbled upon Theresa's existence.

He had a hunch from the get-go, but still, the truth managed to play hard to get, slipping through his fingers despite his repeated attempts to pin it down.

Sometimes he can't figure out if he's ridiculously lucky or just plain out of luck.

On one hand, things seem to go his way, every single time.

But then again, the outcomes have a way of coming round to his heart's desire in the end.

His dance with Sophia seems to be an endless game of ring-a-ring o' roses, and he can't help but wonder if this is the universe's way of throwing shade for overlooking her for two years.

"So the first time you laid eyes on me was at the school gates?" Brandon asked, recalling the strange vibe he felt that day.

Sophia nodded lightly: "Yeah. I was just turning the corner and there you were, the center of attention, surrounded by President Poe and some of the other school big shots."

"You were staring at me for quite a while," Brandon said. "Didn't feel a thing back then?"

Sophia shook her head slightly, her lips pursing as she looked at him: "When I saw you that day, I was totally spaced out for a while. I can't really put my finger on it, but seeing you there, shining in the crowd, I felt proud yet a bit bummed, kinda bittersweet, y'know? It just seemed right that you should be admired from a distance, just shining there in the crowd."

Brandon managed a wry smile: "So when I looked back, you ducked out of sight, huh?"

I was blocking the way. Had to dodge out

day. He's been toyed with by

handsome profile and continued softly: "That's why I was shocked when you

you're just pulling one over on

looked at

have slept with you that night," Brandon said. "We've had our

to reuniting after college and right up to now, Sophia, I've always

soft, his gaze steady and

depths of his dark eyes, his look was

familiar pang, that subtle sorrow

didn't want to

she gave

strained respond to

smile, unable to

she hadn't to Kent's "welcome

smile and let it go

it a night,"

had flown by in their idle chat;

wasn't the least bit sleepy

think I'd like to see a

not recognizing the child at first glance

child only