The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 650

"You know the password," Brandon stated, not as a question, but as a matter of fact.

"I... I don't know."

Sophia felt a wave of panic, like she was trespassing into Brandon's private world.

She had no clue what the password was; it seemed like she was just fiddling with the lock out of instinct, not expecting the safe to actually swing open.

She didn't even know what the safe contained.

"Sorry about that," she mumbled an awkward apology, "I didn't mean to."

Brandon gave her a reassuring smile. "No need to apologize, this stuff is yours anyway."

"..." Sophia hesitated, glancing at the unlocked safe. She thought only people rolling in dough like him needed a safe.

Taking a peek inside, there wasn't much-some bank cards, IDs, a few certificates, and just a small jewelry box that looked like it could belong to a girl. No sign of Brandon's stuff.

"Do we... keep our stuff separate?" Sophia's voice trailed off, as she couldn't help voicing her confusion. She'd thought that in a marriage, there wouldn't be a 'yours and mine' or such clear boundaries.

Brandon caught the gist of her question, a bit surprised she'd noticed this first. True, their stuff was kept separate, each having their own space, no interference.

It wasn't intentional, just never really crossed their minds before.

Back when they first got hitched, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision.

He bumped into her at the hospital, stumbled upon her pregnancy test results, and she was all at sea. He wanted to tie the knot, but never forced her hand.

She asked for a couple of days to think it over, and he agreed.

Those two days of waiting were pure agony for him.

Luckily, she came back with the answer he'd been dying to hear-she said yes to marriage.

She was the one who called him to meet, and over dinner she told him she agreed to the marriage.

Brandon still remembers holding his breath waiting for her answer.

He'd played out scenarios in his head, ways to convince her if she said no. Thankfully, her first words were "I agree to marry you," no strings attached.

His mind was so focused on the fact that she agreed, he overlooked everything else.

He was so worried she'd back out, he just coolly nodded and said, "Great, let's get the paperwork done after we eat."

She just looked at him, surprised, then gently nodded back, "Okay."

the meal, he took her to the registry office, got the marriage certificate, and then they went back to her place. She packed up her stuff,

they were ticking off a contract-quick and

luggage was simple,

dating and getting-to-know-each-other phase, their lightning-fast marriage had this weird dynamic

and detached, never really tried to close the gap

to bridge the distance

other couples, nor did he pay it much mind. He was so wrapped up in work that he got used to this hands-

suddenly

boundary was even more pronounced due to the

to get too entangled, and he didn't dare to push too hard. So, they continued

explanations flashed through Brandon's

an "Oh," her attention drifting to the jewelry box in the safe. She hesitated, wanting to

without any memory of them, gave her a sense of guilt, like

Brandon saw her hesitation.

Theresa down, picked up the jewelry box, and opened it in

on the white jade necklace inside

closely, noting every change

just stared at the necklace, her face a blank slate, as if lost in some

end, gently put it around her neck. Sophia's eyes were fixed on

the clasp at the back of

my grandfather, said to protect and bring

the bracelet you gave me; it's supposed to keep me safe. You

bracelet could protect you, how did you end up

"I don't want to."

dare take it off, I'll stop talking to

days. Once the Goddess of Mercy is watching over

"No deal."

"Big brother..."

it back, you

it."

"Okay."

...

boy's resigned voice, and a little girl's coquettish, childish tone seemed to

boy's concession, joyfully gathered her long hair draped over her shoulders, allowing the taller boy to

was focused and serious as he did so. Sophia couldn't see the boy's face clearly, but she vaguely felt that his eyes

eyes remained fixed on Brandon's handsome

the necklace around her neck and was gazing down at her,

too, like he was caught up in some sort of memory,

"We..."

She wanted to ask him if they

shot towards