The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 370

Worried about bothering Theresa and Grace, Sophia snuck over to the studio next door to whip up pasta for Brandon.

She was usually all about Theresa's balanced diet; the fridge was like Noah's Ark, got a bit of everything.

Brandon's a fan of light flavors, so Sophia grabbed some fresh shrimp, clams, eggs, and green onions, planning to toss up a seafood pasta dish for him.

The kitchen next door was stocked with everything she'd need.

"Take a breather for a sec," Sophia said as she walked in and turned to Brandon.

He nodded, peeling off his tie with one hand as he headed for the bathroom. Passing by, Sophia caught a faint whiff of disinfectant on him - subtle and not quite real. She cast an unwitting glance at him.

Brandon had already ditched the tie and suit jacket.

"I'm gonna hit the shower," he said, flinging his clothes into the hamper.

"Okay," Sophia nodded.

She got to work in the kitchen, grabbing a pot single-handedly, rinsing it, filling it with water, and setting it on the stove to heat up. With her other hand, she poured the shrimp into a clean basin and skillfully yanked off the heads and lines, then peeled and deveined them.

Being the only girl at home, and not exactly the apple of her parents' eye, Sophia got roped into all kinds of chores by Laura Yearwood from a young age. So, she was no stranger to fending for herself, and her cooking skills were on point.

Whipping up a meal was a piece of cake for her. In no time, Sophia had prepped the shrimp and clams.

Fresh out of the shower, Brandon caught sight of Sophia, busily moving about the kitchen, the rich scent of seafood mingling with the zesty ginger and spring onions wafting through the room.

He couldn't help but watch her.

Freshly showered, her hair clipped up casually with a claw clip, with lazy curls framing her face - a look of relaxed elegance.

Her face, composed and pale, showed no sign of panic as she worked. One hand lifted the lid, and the other, holding the tableware, neatly fished out shrimp heads and clamshells. Then, effortlessly, she grabbed the kettle with her now-free hand, pouring the boiling water over the simmered seafood, moving smoothly as if untouched by the mundane world around her.

Watching Sophia like this, Brandon was reminded of Patricia and Daniel's unfounded accusations against her.

She hadn't provoked a soul, yet she was being bullied and scapegoated.

It wasn't even a case of being befouled just due to her talent - all the blame and bullying were merely because of their ingrained prejudices.

Sophia felt someone's gaze and instinctively turned to see Brandon leaning against the doorframe, quietly watching her. She flashed him a smile, "All done?"

"Yeah," Brandon nodded softly, stepping towards her.

"Pasta's almost ready," Sophia said.

"Okay."

His voice was soft and slow, and as he walked over, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind.

Sophia stiffened slightly but didn't pull away.

She could sense something was off with Brandon tonight - a deep weariness emanating from him, though he tried hard to keep it at bay.

Feeling her tension, Brandon didn't let go but instead pulled her closer, enveloping her in a tender embrace that carried an indistinct sense of compassion.

Sophia tilted her head slightly to look at him, "Something happened?"

Brandon's eyes met hers, and without a word, he leaned in to kiss her lips, following her breath.

Sophia tried to push him away, but his kiss, a mix of restraint and release, stopped her. Her hands, initially set to push him away, ended up wrapping around his shoulders, offering silent comfort.