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.

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

made sure she was just dealing with a minor issue and not in

gaze unintentionally sweeping over the passersby, his usually calm and composed face showing a touch of

someone.

on the shoulder, “What’s

back to the cool aloofness Don was

then at him, “All done with your stuff?”

shook his head, “Had to reschedule.

half–jokingly slapped Brandon on the shoulder, “You came all this

flatter

car keys, he headed towards the nearby parking lot.

world from time to time, it won’t kill anyone, no

traditional restaurant that Don claimed had a

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

was decked out in classic Zenitha retro style, even the waitstaff were decked out

they

a hit for those looking to check in on social, Don explained, “Don’t be fooled by the

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the food. This is some of the most authentic West district cuisine I’ve had.”

hall; business was indeed

thanks to the spacious layout, it lacked the noisy feel of other eateries, instead exuding a serene and peaceful dining atmosphere, pretty solid.

regular here, nodded to the bartender and then led Brandon to a spot

menu back,