The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 290

Theresa's got this thick hair all neatly tied up into twin braids, coiled up on either side of her head with a hairband, and topped with soft, straight bangs—a total fairy princess 'do.

Brandon was staring at her hair, kinda spaced out, then slowly shifted his gaze back to Theresa.

The kiddo was still buzzing, counting her stuffed toy haul for the evening, fingers ticking them off one by one.

Maybe Brandon's stare was a bit too intense 'cause she sensed something, turned her head with a puzzled look, and caught his eye.

Seeing him so zoned out, she didn't quite get the grown-up vibe and just went, "Sir?"

Brandon cracked a smile, glanced over at her prize pile on the chair, and asked softly, "Time to head back, Theresa. Okay?"

Remembering their half-hour pact from earlier, she nodded, "Mhm," and scooted over to grab her loot.

She was a little one, so she could only hug a couple of the tinier ones.

She frowned at the remaining toys, didn't even think to ask Grace for help, and just looked up at Brandon with those big, round eyes, "Can you help me get these back to my place?"

He gave her a look, then nodded gently, "Sure."

Grace, who'd been killing time on her phone, heard them and quickly put it away, stepping in, "No need, I will carry them for you."

As she moved to start collecting them, Brandon stood up, "I've got this."

He picked up the biggest one, then bent down and scooped Theresa into his other arm.

With one arm around a toy and the other around Brandon, Theresa was over the moon knowing he'd agree to go to her house.

"My house is sooo big, really big," she said, drawing a huge circle in the air to show him.

In her tiny world, she didn't quite grasp 'big,' but to her, this house was way bigger than the one they had in Wye City, so it was huge in her eyes.

Brandon couldn't help but laugh at her exaggerated little gesture, "Oh yeah?"

Taking his doubt seriously, she nodded firmly, "Yep."

Seeing Brandon carrying her into the complex, she didn't forget to give him directions, "This way, that way."

Brandon wasn't a frequent visitor here, but he knew every turn, every path like the back of his hand.

His eyes grew darker and more enigmatic as they got closer to building 3.

Sophia lived in building 3 too.

Eventually, Brandon stopped at the entrance to building 3, as Theresa had directed.

"Here, go in, take the elevator, and we're at my place," she continued to lead Brandon inside.

He glanced at her again.Theresa was still buzzing with excitement, leaning towards home.

When Brandon walked to the elevator entrance with her in his arms, she bent over and pressed the elevator button.

The elevator door opened, Brandon walked in with her in his arms, and Grace followed.

Brandon watched her hand press the 18th floor and turned to look at Theresa.

Theresa was also staring at the elevator button version and did not have any objection to the number pressed by Grace.

The elevator soon stopped on the 18th floor.

Probably excited to invite Brandon to her house, Theresa pointed at her door familiarly as soon as she got out of the elevator and said,

"Look, my home."

Brandon glanced at her home. It was a completely different apartment type from Sophia's 15th floor.

He turned to look at Theresa, who was still caught in the excitement of Brandon's visit to her house. His little body could not wait to lean in the direction of home and did not forget to greet him, "I got loads and loads of toys, I'll show you in a bit."

Brandon offered her a small smile, "Alright."

He carried her towards her front door.

The peephole had a camera, blinking with a faint blue light.