The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 612

Sophia didn't nod, nor did she shake her head; just gave him a puzzled look. Despite him clearly knowing who she was, which could potentially clue her in on her past, she weirdly felt no desire to dig into it.

For some reason, she wasn't thirsty for a stroll down memory lane. Compared to digging up the past, she seemed to crave a fresh start more - going solo in this strange new world with no strings attached, no past, no future.

She had no plans to keep tagging along with Amanda back to their world; that wasn't the life for her. Her lack of reaction brought a fleeting shadow of disappointment across Ivan's face.

"I don't know you. Could you please stop following me?" Sophia finally spoke, her voice calm as ever.

Only Sophia could pull off that tone - peaceful yet with an undercurrent of firm refusal. Ivan forced a smile, "Mind if I get your contact info?"

Sophia smiled and shook her head. Ivan smiled back.

"Sorry," he said apologetically and turned to leave.

Sophia turned to leave too. But as she walked away, Ivan turned around too. He didn't leave; he just followed her from a distance. He wanted to know where she lived.

Sophia was clueless about Ivan not leaving; she was at school today hunting for some creative inspiration.

Once Ivan left, her mind settled back into peace, and she quickly immersed herself in the world of design, sketching in her head as she toured around, her hand pulling out paper and pen to jot down flashes of inspiration.

During such tours and note-taking, she inevitably ran into Brandon and his entourage again. It wasn't that she was trying to pay attention to them; it was just that the campus was so quiet, and Brandon's group was large, with President Poe being quite the loudmouth.

His voice was so loud she could hear him from a distance before she even entered the library.

"Just some business."

Brandon responded coolly, not keen on a chat. Others couldn't help but look at Ivan with curiosity, "Who's this?"

"One of my employees," Brandon replied briefly, glancing at his watch. Seeing that it was about time and his plans were more or less in place, he said his goodbyes to President Poe and his group.

"Why don’t you stay for dinner? It's all been arranged," President Poe quickly urged.

"No thanks, I've got things to do. Maybe another time."