The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

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.

didn’t even have the guts to walk 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

he was, made sure she was just dealing with a minor issue and not in any danger, told her to take care and not to

unintentionally sweeping over the passersby, his usually calm and composed face showing a touch of bewilderment, as if searching for

someone.

approached Brandon, puzzled, and clapped him on

back to the cool

at

shook his head, “Had to

the shoulder, “You came all this way to see me, I can’t let you hang, right?”

his hand away, “Don’t flatter yourself. It was just on the

he

chuckle, “Let me live in my fantasy world from time to time, it

hit up a traditional restaurant that Don claimed had

far from the office, just a quick drive around the block

out in classic Zenitha retro style, even the

all about that classic culture vibe, they even rent out traditional clothes and hairpieces, and

those looking to check in on social, Don explained,

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the food. This is some of the

scanned the hall; business was indeed booming.

spacious layout, it lacked the noisy feel of other eateries, instead exuding a serene and peaceful dining atmosphere,

nodded to the bartender and then led Brandon to a spot near the entrance, passing him

back, “You order,