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."

marriage certificate, and then they went back to her place. She packed up her stuff, and that night they

were ticking off a contract-quick

simple,

gradual dating and getting-to-know-each-other phase, their lightning-fast marriage had this weird dynamic of being both close and

was always cool and detached, never really tried to close the gap

she tried to bridge the distance and couldn't, she gradually gave

didn't notice that their boundaries were different from other couples, nor did he pay it much mind. He was so wrapped

she suddenly brought up

the split, that sense of boundary was even

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

flashed through Brandon's mind, but he chose

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

that were supposedly hers, without any memory of them, gave her a sense of guilt, like she was

Brandon saw her hesitation.

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

the white jade necklace inside and

watched her face closely, noting every change

a blank slate, as

gently put it around her neck. Sophia's eyes were fixed on Brandon's handsome face, so close to

head tilted slightly, his eyes focused on the clasp at the back of her neck, his expression concentrated

was custom-made by my grandfather, said to protect and bring peace. Wear it well, don't take it

don't need it. I have the bracelet you gave me; it's supposed to keep me safe. You wear the necklace; it should

protect you, how did you end up hurt? Just wear

"I don't want to."

it off, I'll stop talking to

Once the Goddess of

"No deal."

"Big brother..."

if you want to give it back,

it."

"Okay."

...

boy's resigned voice, and a little

gathered her long hair draped over her shoulders, allowing the taller boy to

the boy's

Brandon's handsome face, just

was gazing down

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

"We..."

if they had known each other when they were kids, but before she

gaze shot towards