The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 136

Brandon helped Sophia get dressed, too.

Just lending a hand with the metal buckle.

Having been through it once before, Sophia was a bit more mentally prepared this time, not overwhelmed by a strong sense of mortification, but still feeling awkward.

When they got back to the ward, she didn't even have the guts to look Brandon in the eye, just mumbled "I'm gonna hit the sack" before diving into bed like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

Brandon didn't say much, just grunted an acknowledgment, glanced at her IV bag still hanging there, and plopped down on a chair to tackle some work emails on his phone.

The room was peaceful. After the tidal wave of awkwardness, Sophia wasn't sleepy at all and couldn't help but sneak a peek at Brandon.

He sat there calmly on the chair, thumb swiping away on his phone screen, eyes glued to the device, his handsome face a picture of concentration, clearly caught up in work.

Sophia didn't interrupt him, just squinted her eyes a bit, not expecting that squinting would send her off into a light doze.

Still, she was mindful of her IV and didn't fall into a deep sleep. When it was about time, she jolted awake and instinctively checked the IV bag.

Brandon happened to turn his head towards the drip at the same time, their gazes met, and Sophia felt a twinge of embarrassment. Before she could figure out how to ease the awkwardness, Brandon had already stood up, walked over to the nearly empty drip, and pressed the call button.

The nurse came quickly, deftly removed the IV, pulled out the needle, and pressed a cotton swab to the site.

"Press down for five minutes," the nurse instructed.

Sophia was about to press down with her right hand, but Brandon beat her to it with a long finger.

"Thanks," she said as the nurse closed the door behind her.

Silence fell over the room.

Maybe because of the earlier incident, the air was still tinged with a hint of awkwardness.

Sophia cleared her throat, pondering how to break the ice when Brandon looked at her and asked, "Still feeling dizzy?"

Sophia shook her head. "I'm fine now."

Glancing at his phone set aside, she made small talk. "You're still working this late?"

"Not really, just on my phone."

Sophia awkwardly tugged at her lips. "Didn't know you had time to play on your phone."

The phrase "playing on the phone" seemed out of character for Brandon, and she guessed he didn't want her to worry, so he switched 'working' to 'playing on his phone.'

"Just killing time," Brandon said, looking back at her. "Anything else bothering you?"

Sophia shook her head. "No, I feel a lot better after the drip."

Brandon nodded and didn't say more, his gaze returning to the cotton swab he was pressing, but he didn't move his hand.

Sophia recalled the question she asked him when he first showed up. "Why did you come back?"

"Just had dinner nearby with a friend, so I swung by," Brandon said, his voice light, not looking at her, but trying to remove the cotton swab from the puncture site. Seeing no blood seep out, he tossed the swab into the trash and glanced at his watch before looking at her, "It's late, you should rest."

Sophia nodded, hesitated, and looked at the hospital room. Other than a chair, there was no extra bed for him to rest on.

"So," she hesitated, "you might want to head back to get some rest? I'm fine now."