The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 682

"Alright," Grace quickly replied, wisely choosing not to pry into where Sophia and Brandon were headed. Seeing the growing warmth between them, she felt genuinely happy for them and for Theresa too.

"You focus on work. I'll take care of Theresa."

She couldn't help but add thoughtfully, "But don't work too late. Your health is important."

The happiness and the hint of mischief in Grace's eyes made Sophia feel slightly awkward, as if she were being misunderstood.

"Thanks, Grace," Sophia said, a bit embarrassed. She gestured vaguely towards the door. "I mainly have a design project to work on, and Mr. Crawley here is the client. I need his approval on the final draft."

Though she had no real idea where Brandon was taking her, his mention of her needing to work on the project led her to believe it was related to that.

The mention of "Mr. Crawley" made Grace's initial enthusiasm dip a little, evident in her eyes, though she still managed a smile for Sophia. "Work is important, but remember to take care of yourself too."

Sophia nodded gently, "Thank you, Grace."

Brandon noticed the change in Grace's expression but said nothing. Instead, he reassured her, "Grace, I'm counting on you to look after Theresa."

With that, he picked up the keys from the hall table and left with Sophia.

Sophia instinctively headed towards the elevator, only to feel a gentle tug on her arm from Brandon.

"This way," he said.

Sophia turned to

Brandon guided her to a door on the opposite side of the corridor, still

questions, looked at Brandon, momentarily forgetting that he had his arm around

skillfully inserted the key into the lock, turned it gently

flicked on the

"Come in."

He guided Sophia inside.

small but tidy, with minimal furniture-a couch and a large wooden desk that dominated the living room. The desk was cluttered with a computer, a printer, and

gaze settled on the desk, and she felt a

drawn to the desk,

stack of design drafts lay scattered on the desk, untouched

the place just as it was, down to the

the apartment, ensuring it stayed

it.

lightly brushed over the

watched her expression, a mix of nostalgia and a twinge of something

glided over the drafts and paused at the power button on the computer. After

lit up, quickly switching

the password box, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Brandon's gaze

then typed in the numbers. The locked screen vanished, revealing the

at the screen,

Brandon watched her, unmoving.