The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 155

“Whoops, kinda treated booze like it was soda.”

Sophia replied in a soft voice, her head spinning a bit and her steps a little wobbly, but her mind was still sharp.

She tried to wiggle her wrist free with a little force, but it didn’t budge.

“What’s the point of showing off when you’re plastered?” Brandon said, not letting go of her, “Can’t hold your liquor and didn’t even keep an eye on it.”

Sophia stayed silent.

The dizziness from the alcohol made her feel a bit sick, and her body was going a bit limp.

Brandon shifted to wrap his arm around her shoulders.

Sophia squirmed a bit. “I don’t need.”

Brandon let go of her coldly.

“Thanks for walking me home,” Sophia said, looking at him and whispering her thanks.

Brandon just gave her a cold look and said nothing.

“I’m gonna head back now.”

Sophia whispered a goodbye and turned to head for the elevator, her steps not too steady but still knowing which way to go.

She didn’t lean on anything or ask anyone for help, just pressed on towards the elevator with her hand on her head, and only when she reached the elevator did she manage to press the button with effort.

Brandon stood there, watching her coldly, not moving to help.

He knew if he didn’t take the initiative, she’d never ask for help.

She wasn’t just putting on a front for anyone, nor was she being unnecessarily delicate – she simply didn’t need it.

She didn’t need him.

Nor anyone else.

Ever since Haley picked her up and took her home, she had always relied on herself.

Growing up, she never got in the habit of depending on others.

Maybe she tried once, didn’t get the response she hoped for, and just decided to drop it..

Brandon watched her press the elevator button with difficulty, leaning weakly against the wall to rest.

There was another couple waiting for the elevator, all lovey-dovey and giggling.

When they saw her, confusion flashed in their eyes, and the guy had a hint of disdain and disgust, probably mistook her for some nightclub girl.

Sophia saw the disdain and disgust in his eyes too, but didn’t care, just calmly waited for the elevator to arrive.

From where Brandon stood, he could clearly see the expression on Sophia’s face.

Ever since they met in their school days, she never cared about what others thought.

All her choices along the way were just following her own heart.

When she graduated from high school, she finished her studies and didn’t feel much for her new class, so she chose to leave without saying goodbye.

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status.

She knew he was single, and she was too, so when he offered her a ride home, he wanted her, she wanted him, and she chose to follow that desire.

Later, when she found out she was pregnant, he suggested marriage, and after weighing it out, she still chose to follow her heart at the time.

Like she said, she liked him, so she chose to give herself and the child a chance.

Later, when married life wasn’t all roses, she still, after weighing her options, chose to pick up the dreams delayed by marriage

and opted for divorce.

Brandon had no doubt that even when she spoke of divorce, she still liked him, but that didn’t stop her from leaving him.

She knew all too well what she wanted and what she didn’t, so she never gave herself the chance to drag her feet. Even if Sophia took a wrong turn and ended up battered and bruised, she would just lick her wounds in silence and then get back up, without relying on anyone.

She’d walk away from what she didn’t want and would never look back, including him.

All along, it was he who clung on.

Brandon was acutely aware of this.

And it was this clarity that he loathed.