The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 104

Brandon seemed just as surprised to bump into her, his gaze lingering on her bare shoulders for a moment before shifting away, his body subtly turning to the side.

"Why are you still up so late?" Brandon asked, without looking at her.

"I already took a nap, just woke up," Sophia replied softly, trying to keep her voice steady while her hands awkwardly shifted in front of her chest under the pretense of adjusting her hair.

Though they had been married for two years and had shared more intimate moments, they weren't exactly tight. Plus, with a two-year gap of not seeing each other, the whole scene was still mega awkward for Sophia.

Luckily, Brandon might have been tough, but his upbringing shone through.

He didn't stare at her, just grunted an "Mhm" before heading to the living room.

Sophia didn't dare linger either. She quickly opened the bedroom door and slipped inside.

Closing the door, she let out a huge sigh of relief, her heart still racing, thump-thump-thumping away, and her hand instinctively pulled up the strap resting on her shoulder.

She had never worn something so breezy around Brandon before.

Their relationship was an odd one. fiery and passionate in bed, but once the heat died down, they both reverted to their prim and proper selves, maintaining a composed front around each other.

She only wore such skimpy slips when alone, not because they were sexy or anything, just comfy and convenient.

She had come back this time prepared to stay at the hospital, but had also planned on crashing at a hotel for a bit, where these easy-to-wash nighties were perfect. She hadn't thought she'd wander to the bathroom in a daze with it on.

Glancing at herself in the mirror and thinking back to the encounter with Brandon, Sophia felt extra uneasy and tugged at her slip again.

The dress actually fit well.

The burgundy silk made her skin look extra fair and radiant.

The hemline stopped at mid-thigh, and it hugged her waist nicely.

Sophia had a slender waist and a perky behind, a killer waist-to-hip ratio that this snug, sexy nightgown outlined perfectly, especially with the V-neck design accentuating the contours of her chest.

Seeing the cleavage and recalling the moment she bumped into Brandon, Sophia's discomfort intensified.

She pulled the nightie up a bit, then turned her attention to her damp hair, grabbing a towel to dry it off. Looking around the room, she realized there was no hairdryer or fan.

With her long, thick, and dense hair, it would take ages to blow-dry; air-drying was not an option.

Hesitant, she threw on a light jacket, tied it up, and cautiously cracked open the door, only to see the lit living room and Brandon getting water from the dispenser.

Brandon turned to look at her too.

Sophia, a bit embarrassed, asked, "Um, do you have a hairdryer?"

Brandon pointed towards the master bathroom, "In my bathroom."

Sophia glanced hesitantly towards Brandon's room. It felt too private, and she guessed the hairdryer was probably mounted in place.

The thought of blow-drying her hair in Brandon's bathroom late at night, the mental pressure was kinda intense.

Brandon noted her hesitation and raised an eyebrow, "Scared to go in?"

He finished his water, holding the cup in one hand, sipping slowly, the rising steam veiling his face in a mist, making his expression hard to read.

Sophia shook her head slightly, "It's not that. I just don't want to disturb your rest. Drying my hair takes quite a while."

She lifted her hand to run it through her damp hair, "No worries, the wind outside is pretty strong, just opening a window should do the trick. I'll head back to my room. You should get some sleep too."