The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 378

"I gotta stick with Theresa." Sophia whispered, "How about you crash at Mr. Dempsey's place tonight, and since tomorrow's the weekend, there's no rush to hit the job."

"I'm picky with my beds."

Didn't he sleep like a log in that tiny second bedroom of hers?

Brandon's gaze had already shifted to Theresa, who was being held by Sophia, "Theresa, why don't you catch some Z's at home with Grace, and let mom swing by to fetch dad, sound good?"

Theresa nodded, "Okay."

Brandon looked at Sophia, "I'll send the driver to pick you up, come over."

Sophia hesitated, "Can't the driver just bring you back? No need to run him ragged."

Brandon replied, "He gets overtime pay; he's happy to make the extra cash."

"Brandon." Sophia called him softly, "What's up with you tonight?"

Brandon fell silent as he looked at her. He didn't speak, and just let his eyes rest steadily on her. His gaze was deep and profound, like an abyss that had no bottom.

"Sophia." After a while, he finally spoke, his voice already hoarse, "I wanna see you."

Sophia looked at him in surprise.

She was not just surprised that he told her straightforwardly that he wanted to see her. They hadn't been apart for a long time, nor were they living in different places.

They were living together, had gotten up together that morning, and taken the kid to the company together; they hadn't even been apart for 24 hours.

He wouldn't come home, but suddenly told her he wanted to see her.

"Something happen?" Sophia asked softly.

"Nothing." Brandon calmly dismissed the possibility, but his eyes looking at her had an almost stubborn intensity, "I'm at Don's place waiting for you. The driver will be there in about twenty minutes; he'll contact you when he arrives."

After saying that, Brandon hung up the phone and carelessly tossed his mobile onto the couch. He then sat down heavily on the sofa.

Don, who had been watching their video call the whole time, was puzzled, "What's with the mood swing?"

"Nothing," came the terse and cool denial.

"Come on, you think I don't know you?" Don snorted lightly, "You don't want them to worry, so you'd rather hide out here to let off steam than bring the bad vibes back to them. Now that you've vented, why are you getting all prickly with Sophia?"

The only thing he could think of that might have triggered Brandon's sudden sulk was the kid's phone call.

He hadn't misread the flicker of light in Brandon's eyes when he saw Sophia's call, and the sudden dimming when he realized it was just the kid on the other end.

The instant he saw Sophia's call, he probably had some hope.

Then the disappointment of that hope not being met, and the kid repeatedly confirming that Sophia hadn't looked for him, that she didn't care whether he came back or not, must have stung.

Thinking of how Brandon had repeatedly confirmed with the kid on the phone whether Sophia had mentioned him, Don couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

Men in love sure could turn into childish ghosts.

Brandon just gave him a cold glance and said nothing, his chiseled face turning towards the balcony outside, looking into the vast night with a slightly tense jawline.

Don didn't bother him further, turning to play with his cat instead.

Sophia rushed over in a little over forty minutes.

She couldn't not come. The driver had brought the car right to the foot of the apartment building.

If she didn't come down, he wouldn't dare leave.

When Sophia went to ring the doorbell, it was Don who came to open it.

"Mr. Dempsey," Sophia politely greeted him.

Don smiled, "You got here quick."

Sophia gave an embarrassed chuckle and instinctively glanced into the apartment, "Is he still around?"

"Yeah, he's just chilling in the living room."

As Don said this, he welcomed Sophia into the house.

Sophia caught sight of Brandon sitting on the couch at first glance.