The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 137

Sophia totally spaced out for a second there.

Brandon didn't give her a chance to react. Slipping his long fingers into her hair and applying just a touch of pressure, Sophia was compelled to tilt her head back. Brandon's lips and tongue claimed hers with a gentle yet dominant force that left no room for refusal.

The hand Sophia had initially pushed against his chest suddenly went limp and a bit flustered.

Brandon's kisses grew hotter and deeper, their heavy breathing sounding through the dark room as their embrace spiraled out of control. The hand in her hair grew restless, tightening its grip, while the hand on Sophia's waist began to curl uncontrollably.

Sophia could distinctly feel her shirt tightening across her back, her slender waist arching as his kisses deepened.

The hand that was supposed to push him away was now, somehow, hooked around his neck.

What started as an unconscious closeness turned into a wildfire.

Their entwined kisses evolved into a devouring feast.

Brandon's kisses wandered from her lips to her sensitive neck, his hands, now out of control, slipped beneath her clothes just as the door suddenly swung open.

The two, locked in their unrestrained kiss, froze abruptly.

Brandon flipped over to lie flat on his back, while Sophia awkwardly turned away, panting in short breaths.

The nurse came in to check on the room, remembering only at the door that she had just removed Sophia's IV earlier. After making sure Sophia was alright and giving some advice, she left.

The room fell silent once more.

So quiet they could hear their still uneven breathing, a mess laced with intimacy, reminding each other of the earlier lack of control.

Sophia didn't make a sound.

Neither did Brandon.

As their breathing gradually steadied, Sophia heard Brandon's husky voice. "Let's get some sleep."

"Mhm," Sophia murmured in agreement, still awkwardly facing away from Brandon.

After covering her with a blanket, Brandon didn't speak again.

Nor did Sophia.

She didn't know when she fell asleep, but she slept heavily through the latter part of the night and woke up to a bright new day.

Brandon had already gotten up, brought her breakfast, and was standing to the side, unpacking the food from the delivery bag. Seeing her awake, he said calmly, "Go freshen up. Have some breakfast, and then it's time for your medication."

As if last night's chaos had never happened.

Sophia, keeping a lid on thoughts of last night's kiss, nodded lightly.

After she was done freshening up, Brandon had breakfast ready.

It was a nutritious porridge with eggs, milk, and corn – stuff that didn't require any tableware. Sophia could handle it with her left hand, no need for Brandon's help.

Brandon didn't insist either. He ate breakfast with her at a leisurely pace but showed no signs of leaving.

Sophia knew he was busy with work.

Still, she couldn't help but urge him, "Maybe you should head to work. The caregiver is here during the day. I'll be fine."

"No need," Brandon replied in his calm tone, busy tidying up without looking at her, "Don't worry about me. It's not like anyone dares to dock my pay."

Sophia didn't press further.

Right then, a knock sounded at the door.

With a "Come in" from Brandon, Kent entered the room.

Brandon nodded, "And what about work?"

He was referring to whether she'd join the branch office and continue with the Zenithan-style resort project.

"How about I give it a try?" Sophia considered.

Brandon glanced at her, "Is it to repay me? Or because of Ivan? Do you think he was right?"

Sophia wasn't sure if it was some kind of repayment.

"I don't know," she admitted, "But it has nothing to do with my senior."

Ivan and Sophia were in the same college and same major. He was her senior. Every time Brandon heard Sophia affectionately call Ivan's name, he found he didn't like that intimacy.

It felt like she and Ivan were the ones who truly belonged together.

Brandon squashed that knee-jerk resistance that bubbled up with the formality of the address, and looked at her coolly, "You weigh it out for yourself."

He then asked, "What time's your flight? I'll give you a lift."

"Tomorrow morning."

Brandon nodded, "I'll pick you up at the hotel."

Sophia gave a nod in return.

Brandon didn't say anything more and turned around to start packing for her.

Watching his busy profile, Sophia hesitated for a moment before asking, "Brandon, do you ever think about remarrying?"

Brandon paused mid-action.