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.”

he headed towards the nearby parking

me live in my fantasy world from time to

a traditional restaurant that

just a quick drive around the block and

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

is all about that classic culture vibe, they

check in on social, Don explained, “Don’t

into the food. This is some of the most authentic West

business was

thanks to the spacious layout, it lacked the noisy feel of other eateries, instead exuding

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

menu back,

flashed an “OK” sign and didn’t bother being polite with Brandon, waving over

poured tea for them both, pushing a cup towards

the richly fragrant tea slid down his throat, Brandon’s thoughts drifted back to the shadow he’d

look in his eyes, nudging his elbow across the table, “What’s up? You’ve been

his curiosity was met with a fleeting glance from Brandon and a

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

his head resignedly, taking a

taking in everything about the restaurant.

figure stumbled through the curtain behind Brandon, bag in hand. Whether she was in too much of a hurry or the threshold was too high, she had barely clambered over when, with a “thud,” she tumbled to the ground,

Brandon was momentarily taken aback by the little girl sprawled on the floor, looking up at him with big,