The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 292

"No way." Grace replied instinctively, "Don't be fooled by her young age, she's super cautious. She won’t let strangers hug her, let alone cling to them."

Brandon glanced at her.

Grace suddenly felt a bit awkward and laughed, "I guess she just likes you a lot. This girl has always been a sucker for good looks. Must be because you are easy on the eyes."

Brandon’s lips curved slightly but he remained silent.

Grace walked him out, thanking him again with all the pleasantries, and then said goodbye.

Brandon also bid her farewell and stepped into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, Brandon’s eyes lingered on the buttons for a moment before he pressed for the 15th floor.

The elevator promptly stopped at the 15th floor.

The doors opened and Brandon walked out expressionless, but as he looked up, his steady pace slowed to a halt.

Sophia was standing at her door, key in hand, seemingly about to unlock the door yet hesitating, her quiet and beautiful face looking a tad forlorn.

She too heard the elevator and slowly turned to look at him.

"Just got back?"

Brandon asked, standing still.

Sophia nodded gently, "Yeah."

"Aren’t you curious why I’m here?" Brandon asked as he walked towards her.

Sophia lowered her eyelids, going with the flow, and quietly asked, "Why are you here?"

"I was passing by the children's park after work when I came across this little girl, just over a year old. We sort of hit it off, and she clung to me for some reason, so I ended up walking her home."

Brandon spoke as he approached her and stopped by the door, giving her a look.

Sophia’s eyelids were still down, she didn’t look up at him, just softly said, "That's nice."

"Yeah," Brandon replied casually, taking the keys from her hand to unlock the door.

Darkness enveloped them as the door opened.

He reached for the light switch and glanced over at the desk in the living room, then back at her.

"She lives in this building too, on the eighteenth floor," he mentioned.

Sophia managed a small smile, "What a coincidence."

"Indeed. Quite the coincidence," Brandon said as he walked into the living room, his gaze fixed on her, "The first time I saw her was in Wye City, right by that restaurant near your company."

As he turned to face her, he continued, "It was the very same restaurant we bumped into each other that day."

Sophia hesitated and looked at him, her lips pressed together silently.

"Then, running into her again, and to find she's from the same neighborhood, same building," Brandon said, his eyes intently on her, "What are the odds?"

Sophia turned her head slightly away, not speaking, her heart a mix of confusion and uncertainty.

The shock from earlier at the Frost family hadn’t faded, leaving her head throbbing and her heart heavy. Now, faced with Brandon’s insinuating questions, she felt out of her depth.

But Brandon wasn’t done. He watched her and slowly began, "If our child was still here, they’d be about the same age."

Sophia remained silent, her hands unwittingly twisting together in front of her.

Brandon glanced at her hands, then back at her face.

Earlier, he had seen a similar pair of hands, just a miniature version.

Sophia had turned her head towards the balcony, her beautiful profile tense and restrained, reminding him of the day when people from the Frost family and his parents went for Marian in Wye City.

That day, she disappeared after sending back the hotel keycard in Wye City.

The next time he had news of her, she was in the hospital, preparing for an abortion.

"I accidentally bumped into your parents tonight," she whispered, her words unrelated to his.