The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 215

By the time Brandon headed back, he had managed to chill out completely. The storm of emotions inside him had died down, but there was still this heavy feeling in his chest, a kind of deep-seated discomfort that just wouldn't go away. In a flash, he felt like life had lost all its flavor.

He lost interest in everything, even his work, which he normally couldn't get enough of.

Back at home, staring at the empty room, Brandon felt an emptiness inside, suddenly bewildered, clueless about what the heck life was all about.

Just thinking about Sophia, imagining her with Ivan, that familiar sting started spreading in his chest, almost leaving him breathless.

Brandon tried a few times to shift his focus back to work, but Sophia was like a weed in his brain, impossible to shake off. No matter how hard he tried to distract himself, images of her holding hands with Ivan kept replaying in his head, driving him nuts.

Especially since they were traveling together, probably sharing a hotel room, maybe even the same bed.

With a snap, Brandon chucked his pen onto the desk. He grabbed his work phone and called Don.

"Brandon?"

Don, rarely receiving calls from Brandon's work phone, sounded tentative.

"It's me."

Despite the emotional turmoil, Brandon's voice was cool as a cucumber, "What project is Ivan handling right now?"

"Why are you asking all of a sudden?" Don was puzzled, "He just started on this massive project, some skyscraper that's supposed to be a city within a city. I got him and Sophia on it."

"What stage is it at?"

"Still drafting the initial proposal."

"Did they submit the plan yet?"

"Not yet, no rush."

"Tell him to come back to the office right now. Work overtime on the plan."

Don was baffled, "Huh?"

Brandon continued, "Also, the project is more focused on landscape and residential design, rather simple in terms of design style. Sophia specializes in building design, so don't dump these kinds of projects on her in the future."

"No problem, it was just a temporary thing anyway. But calling people back for overtime on the weekend, that's not cool, you know?"

Brandon uttered, "Yeah, it's indeed not cool."

"Right, people need their rest."

Before Don could finish, Brandon cut him off, "You go to his place and keep an eye on him. Overtime is unavoidable when the project is urgent. Compensate him with time off and overtime pay later."

After that, Brandon hung up, his expression not any better, even feeling a bit disgusted with himself. He and Sophia were divorced; she was free to marry whoever she wanted.

It was only natural for her to find a new boyfriend, but then he remembered Sophia saying calmly a few times that she wouldn't find someone else, and his face darkened once more.

Liar!

On Monday, the moment Kent stepped into the office, he was hit by a gloom he hadn't felt in ages, more intense than ever.

The pressure was so heavy that even Kent's breathing turned lighter. He couldn't help but sneak a question to a junior staff member, "What's up with Mr. Crawley?"

The other was just as clueless, "I have no idea; he's been like this since the morning."

Frowning, Kent stole a glance at Brandon in his office.