The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 660

Sophia was still swishing mouthwash around when a sudden hush filled the air, making even her toothbrushing slow down involuntarily.

She could feel Brandon looking at her, an almost pensive vibe coming off him.

But with her head full of X-rated mental images, she just didn’t have the guts to meet his gaze.

Sophia was sure her cheeks were blazing red by now.

Brandon’s sudden silence made the bathroom air feel thin and stiflingly hot.

Sophia felt like she was socially dead on the spot, caught red-handed without having said or asked anything. His gaze alone was making her squirm, turning her toothbrushing into a stiff, awkward motion.

Meanwhile, Brandon was just eyeing her, not saying a word, just quietly watching her.

Sophia didn’t have a clue what he was looking at or thinking about. Being stared at by the very person she had not-so-innocent thoughts about was like being slowly tortured.

And she had no idea when this slow torture would end.

Sophia was struggling under Brandon's gaze, trying to keep her cool and sneaking a peek in the mirror as if by accident. But the moment she looked up, she caught a full-on reflection of those deep, calm eyes staring back at her.

“...Cough...”

Sophia almost choked on her mouthful of foam.

Right on cue, a cup of warm water was offered to her lips.

“Rinse your mouth.”

Brandon spoke up, his voice still warm and husky.

All Sophia wanted was to crawl into a hole. She silently reached for the cup he was handing her, barely touching it when Brandon lifted it slightly and said, “Let me do it,” bringing the cup directly to her lips.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed.

“...”

Sophia had no choice but to open up and let him help her rinse, following his lead like a robot. Her face was now a mix of oxygen deprivation and embarrassment, flushed a deep red.

“Feeling hot?”

Brandon asked, setting down the empty cup and noticing a bit of white foam at the corner of her mouth. He casually took out a soft tissue, dampened it with warm water, and gently wiped away the foam.

Sophia stood stiff as a board, not daring to move or meet Brandon's gaze.

What should have been a tender moment felt like an extension of her torture due to her guilt and his leisurely pace.

She would have preferred he just said what was on his mind instead of serving her with this knowing yet ignorant demeanor.

It was indeed like being served.

Sophia didn't think their relationship was at that sickly sweet stage where they’d fawn over each other, and Brandon didn’t seem the type to indulge in such leisure.

“You…”

Sophia couldn't stand the anticipation of the verdict any longer and forced herself to look up at him, asking softly, “Don’t you have to go to work?”

Brandon glanced at her: “Bosses have the freedom to not work.”

“...”

Sophia was at a loss for words again; she meant to ask if he had nothing better to do.

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