The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

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Sophia got cornered against the wall, her back pressed against the chilly tiles, while Brandon rested a hand above her ear against

the wall, looking down at her with those eyes.

His peepers were still that calm and profound, just like back at Don's place.

Sophia's heart skipped a beat under that gaze, her breathing slowed down, and her wide, apprehensive eyes hesitated before

meeting his.

Brandon didn't say a word, and just kept his eyes on her from his lofty perch. Tdragged on until Sophia had to break the

silence, "What's up with you?"

"Not feeling great," he finally said, his voice still detached and serene, betraying no emotion.

"What's wrong?" Sophia asked, "How's your dad?"

"It's not about him." Brandon shot down her guess, his gaze still fixed on her big doe eyes, "Why didn't you callwhen | was out

late?"

"| didn't want to be a nuisance," Sophia replied.

A hint of a chuckle flickered across Brandon's face before it disappeared, his eyes still glued to her face, "When we were on that

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video call earlier, did you think | was at sother woman's place?"

A trace of embarrassment flitted across Sophia's face. Indeed, the moment she saw that ragdoll cat, the thought did cross her

mind.

Don's place wasn't all man-cave like Brandon's. It had a softer, more neutral vibe.

His ragdoll was dressed up like a little princess, and she jumped to the conclusion that it was a girl's touch.

So when she saw that background, her breath hitched, her mind raced with different scenarios and possibilities.

"Don't you care?" Brandon asked.

He saw the hesitation in her gaze, how quickly she regained her composure, even casually asking if he should call Theresa. If he

had just said "no need", she probably would have hung up without another word, without fussing or prying.

It did sting a bit, like a thorn in his side. Not screaming in pain, but constantly there, nagging. If he poked at it, it hurt; if he didn't, it

still pricked, and a careless brush brought a sharp twinge.

Sophia slightly pressed her lips, at a loss for words.

She wasn't sure if she cared or not. When she mistook that he might stay at another woman's place, her heart did pause, her head

went blank, but then she felt maybe she should be happy for him.

Brandon wasn't the type to mess around, especially after their marriage of convenience ended in failure. If he was going to be with

someone, it had to be someone he truly cherished.

For a moment, she wondered if he had found that someone.

Confusion was clear in her eyes, and Brandon didn't press on. Instead, he suddenly leaned in and kissed her fiercely.

Sophia's reaction was a split second delayed. By the tshe tried to push him away, her hands against his chest were caught in

his, pinned behind her, as the kiss deepened with a hint of anger.

Sophia couldn't quite make sense of it all. All she knew was that every attempt to resist only fueled his assertiveness.

But there was tenderness in his forcefulness. A relentless tenderness that wouldn't let her go.

Their intense tangle escalated quickly, and before they knew it, things got steamy right there in the bathroom.

Clothes strewn about, soaked by the shower's spray. In the foggy haze, their fierce yet tender struggle entwined.

This was a first for Sophia and Brandon doing it in the bathroom, after knowing each other for so long.

Brandon had always been a man of restraint, and so had Sophia.

She remembered during their two-year marriage, their battleground was almost exclusively the bedroom.

No matter how wild things got between the sheets, once they stepped out, they reverted to their composed, disciplined selves.

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Outside the bedroom, they barely kissed or hugged. Back then, their relationship was more about mutual respect.

But now, two years post-divorce, maybe they were both holding onto sunresolved feelings from those years, because now, in

matters of intimacy, they threw caution to the wind, just living in the moment.

The rushing water slowed to a halt, along with their breathless sounds. Brandon held her, trying to settle the turmoil within. Sophia

held him back, saying nothing.

After that, their inherent modesty and upbringing made them somewhat embarrassed about their disregard for the setting.

"Sophia." After a long silence, Brandon's raspy voice filled the bathroom, "Try to care abouta little, will you?"

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