The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 93

eemed her body made a choice before her mind could weigh in.

She 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 reschedule their chat.

Don, being the generous and attentive boss 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 worry about work, and then hung up.

Don stepped outside and saw Brandon standing by the road, his gaze unintentionally sweeping over the passersby, his usually calm and composed face showing a touch of bewilderment, as if searching for

someone.

He approached Brandon, puzzled, and clapped him on the shoulder, “What’s up? Looking for someone?”

Brandon turned around, his expression back to the cool aloofness Don was familiar with, “Nope.‘

Don glanced behind him and then at him, “All done with your stuff?”

Don shook his head, “Had to reschedule.

He half–jokingly slapped Brandon on the shoulder, “You came all this way to see me, I can’t let you hang, right?”

Brandon promptly pulled his hand away, “Don’t flatter yourself. It was just on the way.”

out his car keys, he headed towards the nearby

a chuckle, “Let me live in my fantasy world from time to time, it won’t kill

restaurant that Don claimed

in a shopping center not far from the office, just a quick drive around the block and you’re

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

is all about that classic culture vibe, they even rent out traditional

in on

This is some of the most authentic West district cuisine

scanned the hall; business was

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

to a spot

back, “You order, I’m good.”

sign and didn’t bother being polite with Brandon, waving over a

both, pushing a cup towards Don before taking

the richly fragrant tea slid down his throat, Brandon’s thoughts drifted back to the shadow he’d glimpsed outside the office building, pausing

distant look in his eyes,

met with a fleeting glance

set down his cup, his serene gaze taking in the restaurant’s ambiance like there

resignedly, taking a sip

just calmly taking in everything

of a hurry or the threshold was too high, she had

little girl sprawled on the floor, looking up at him with