The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 97

Brandon didn't realize until the next morning that Sophia's number was a dead end.

With a flight home scheduled for the afternoon, he wanted to grab a bite with Sophia before taking off, but when he dialed her up, he was greeted with the "the number you have dialed is switched off" message.

At first, Brandon held onto a sliver of hope, guessing she might be tied up in a meeting.

But when he rang her up again in the afternoon and got the same disconnected tune, he got the picture—Sophia had probably changed her digits.

He even made a detour to that cozy little pad Sophia had taken him to the night before, only to find the real estate agent busy snapping pics and showing the place around.

The place was clearly tidied up, the design drafts on the table nearly all gone, though the books and other stuff were still kicking around.

The master bedroom's main luggage was obviously packed up and out the door.

Brandon shot a glance at the busy agent. “What happened to the last tenant?”

“She checked out this morning,” the agent replied in passing, “The place is up for grabs now. You looking to rent?”

Then, worried that Brandon might snub the not-so-spick-and-span state of the digs, the agent quickly added, “Don't sweat it, we'll have the place spick and span before you move in. The previous tenant paid us to get it all shipshape. If you're in a rush, we can have it ready today.”

“No thanks,” replied Brandon, his voice flat, giving the room a final once-over before heading out.

The agent was left scratching his head at Brandon's cold exit.

Back in his car, Brandon fished out his cell and chuckled as he stared at the number Sophia had just added the night before.

Classic Sophia.

She always knew how to leave with the softest touch, yet make the cleanest break.

As the smile faded, Brandon's face turned stone-cold, and he deleted the number, tossed the phone aside, and pulled away, the car quickly rolling out.

He didn't linger in Wye City, heading straight for the airport.

While going through security, Don buzzed him up. Hearing airport announcements in the background, Don blurted out in surprise, “You're at the airport?”

“Yep,” Brandon replied, short and sweet, grabbing his coat from the scanner and walking towards the exit.

“Why the sudden takeoff?” Don asked, puzzled, “I was hoping to chat with you about setting up a joint venture today.”

“Just email me the proposal,” Brandon said, still sounding distant, “I'll have someone look into it.”

“Sure thing, I'll send it your way,” Don agreed, wrapping up the business talk before slipping back into personal territory, “Why the rush to leave?”

“Busy with company stuff,” Brandon wasn’t in the mood to chat, “Gotta go.”

He hung up before Don could respond.

Don, sensing something was off, frowned in confusion. He knew Brandon wasn't one to open up. He'd always been the type to deal with things on his own, keeping his emotions close to the chest. Without Brandon spilling, Don had no chance of prying.

He sent over the joint venture proposal he’d prepped earlier, along with a message on WhatsApp. [Bro, you alright?]

Brandon shot back a straightforward reply. [I’m fine.]