The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 49

She gave Brandon a puzzled look.

Brandon was gazing back at her, his eyes cool and detached.

Sophia realized he was talking about Ivan.

"I've got no clue," she said. She hadn't gotten close to Ivan, never played the lovey-dovey couple, and had no idea if he met her expectations in a romance.

But to Brandon, her answer rang with a different tune.

"No clue" meant there was room for further observation, perhaps even a chance for development.

He thought Sophia would just say "no," like she always did to him, straight to the point - no beating around the bush, no gray areas.

But clearly, Ivan was different in Sophia's eyes.

This realization only added to the tightness in Brandon's chest.

He didn't speak another word, just silently started the engine.

Sophia shot him a glance, feeling a bit at sea. His face was still, calm as a millpond, but the tight lines of his profile betrayed the stormy mood he was emitting.

Brandon kept mum the whole drive back to the hotel.

The car came to a standstill in the underground parking of the hotel.

Once parked, Brandon unfastened his seatbelt but didn't make a move to get out, just sat there like a statue.

Sophia looked at him, taken aback.

Seeing his off-color expression, she didn’t dare to disturb him and whispered, "I'll head up first."

As she spoke, she unbuckled her seatbelt, turned, and pushed the door open to leave.

The door had barely cracked open when suddenly a hand reached over, landing on Sophia's, and forcefully pulled the door shut.

Confused, Sophia looked towards Brandon as he leaned in, "What, what's up?"

His eyes were deep and tranquil.

Brandon didn't say a word. He just gave her a look, propped his palm against the back of her seat, and then leaned in, kissing her fiercely.

Sophia couldn't say anything.

Brandon didn’t give her a chance to react. His other hand wrapped around her waist, pinning her against the seat, kissing her hard and deep.

Her slightly parted lips were quickly breached.

The forceful invasion was undeniable and insistent.

Two years of marriage had taught Brandon exactly how to stir Sophia's desires, especially when she least expected it.

Sophia's rationality crumbled layer by layer under his deepening kiss.

She didn’t stand a chance.

Brandon knew her body too well, and her body vividly remembered all the reactions he elicited, his dominance, his tenderness, and the palpitations he caused while kissing her. Faced with Brandon’s intensifying kisses, a mix of fierceness and gentleness, she was overwhelmed by the familiar scent and warmth between their lips.