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The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 605
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The ship had got a top-notch chef, and she could whip up a meal herself too if needed be.

"I'm really fine, just a little cold." Sophia tried to put Amanda at ease. She even flexed her muscles for emphasis, "Look, no fever

now. Plus, getting sfresh air and grounding myself with a walk outside is just what the doctor ordered for getting back on

track."

Amanda put on a grumpy face, "So you just don't wanna head back, huh?"

Sophia felt a tad busted but couldn't help but crack a smile and nodded earnestly, "Yeah."

That reply was delicate and sweet, like something out of a schoolgirl's playbook. Amanda couldn't resist it and caved in, pretending

to be helpless.

"Alright, alright, two days it is. But if you're not better in two days, we really have to head back."

Sophia didn't agree verbally, just nodded and said, "I'll work on getting better."

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Amanda didn't catch the slight shift in the conversation and just smiled helplessly, suggesting she grab sdinner first.

It wasn't until after nine in the evening that Amanda finally went back to her room. Sophia finally had a moment to check her

phone.

President Poe had messaged her, asking if Brandon and Kent had reached out to her after being added to the conversation, what

their take was on her designs, and if they had requested any further tweaks. Clearly, he was more anxious than she was.

Sophia was feeling the pressure too. She really hoped to have an answer before boarding the ship. But neither Kent nor Brandon

had said anything about the designs.

After she had sent her apology message, Kent had replied with a "no worries" and then rasilence.

Brandon had accidentally made a video call, but he didn't mention anything about the designs either.

Sophia replied to President Poe with a "not yet" and exited the chat. Brandon's Whatchat was right under Poe's. She hadn't

updated his contact nyet; it still read "Brandon".

Sophia stared at the n"Brandon" for a moment, hesitating before she clicked on his Whatand changed his contact name

to "Mr. Crawley". Then she went back to their chat.

After replying with a "no worries" to him, Brandon hadn't messaged back, so she couldn't gauge his reaction to the designs from

their short chat history.

After much hesitation, she sent Brandon a message on WhatsApp, "Hi Mr. Crawley, | was wondering if you might know when we

can expect a review result for the West District High science museum design proposal?"

Right after sending it, worried it was too forward, she quickly added another message, "I'm really sorry for the rush. | might be

leaving West district in a couple of days, so I'd appreciate knowing the oue beforehand to make necessary arrangements."

Brandon was tucking Theresa into bed.

Theresa had already fallen asleep. She hadn't had a fever since taking medicine the night before.

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Susan was there too. Ever since she found out Theresa was sick, she'de over to look after her every evening after work.

Watching Brandon carefully tuck Theresa in, she softly reassured him, "Theresa's always been prone to sickness, and whenever she

gets sick, Sophia tends to as well. They're cut from the scloth. But this kind of cold and fever usually isn't much to worry

about; they tend to bounce back quickly after medication. Don't fret too much."

Brandon nodded, "Okay."

He only saw Sophia's message after stepping out of the bedroom.

"Kent will inform you when there's an update," he replied curtly.

Sophia's response cquickly, "Sorry to bother you." Clearly a bit embarrassed.

Brandon stared at the WhatsApp, silent for a while, not replying. He opened her profile, went to her account settings, and his finger

hovered over the bold red "Delete Contact". But when the option to delete the contact and the chat history popped up, his finger

hesitated, hanging in the air, not quite ready to make the move.

Susan glanced at him, puzzled. Brandon was lost in thought, staring at the "Delete Contact" on his phone screen, eyes half-closed,

pondering something.