Chapter 92

Outside was a bustling neighborhood, still caught in the thick of rush hour, with people hustling and bustling

about.

Yet among the sea of faces on the street, Brandon didn’t catch a glimpse of anyone familiar.

With a puzzled furrow between his brows, Brandon walked on, letting his gaze roam through the crowd, but came up with zilch.

His search slowed to a halt, and Brandon stood still, silently watching the throng, his handsome face still shrouded with confusion over the fleeting sight he’d just caught.

Brandon wasn’t sure if he’d seen it wrong, that silhouette.

He shifted slightly, scanning the other side of the pedestrian flow, but still found nothing.

In the tranquil alley, Sophia meandered alone, her hand subconsciously gripping her phone, palms slightly sweaty, heart rate ticking up a notch, filled with an inexplicable sense of being lost and clueless.

She hadn’t expected to bump into Brandon again, just like that, without any warning.

She’d never thought she’d see him again, and even if she did stumble upon him like she just had, she should’ve been straightforward and greeted him, not chosen to bolt like she did now

Sophia didn’t know why she was dodging him.

It seemed her body made a choice before her mind could weigh in.

back to that office building now, still not quite mentally adjusted, so when Sylvia called again asking how much longer she’d be, she felt guilty and apologized to Sylvia and Don, saying something came up last minute, and she’d have to reschedule their

and attentive boss he was, made sure she was just dealing with a minor issue and

the road, his gaze unintentionally sweeping over the passersby, his usually

someone.

clapped him on the shoulder, “What’s up? Looking

back to the cool aloofness Don was familiar with, “Nope.‘

behind him and then at him, “All

his head,

all this way to see me, I can’t

promptly pulled his hand away, “Don’t flatter yourself. It was just

his car keys, he headed towards the nearby

world from time to time, it won’t kill anyone, no need to burst my bubble

hit up a traditional restaurant that Don claimed had a real local

just a quick drive around the block and you’re

classic Zenitha retro style, even the waitstaff were decked

that classic culture vibe, they even rent out traditional

looking to check in

Chapter 92

This is some of the most authentic West district

hall; business was

the noisy feel of other eateries, instead exuding a serene and peaceful

led Brandon to a spot near the entrance, passing him the menu, “Take

back, “You order, I’m

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