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

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

a traditional restaurant that Don claimed

center not far from the office, just

style, even

they even rent out traditional clothes and hairpieces,

check in on social, Don

is some of the most authentic West district

scanned the hall; business was indeed booming.

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

to a spot near the entrance, passing

back,

an “OK” sign and didn’t bother being polite with

them both, pushing a cup towards Don before taking a small sip

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

Don finished ordering, he caught Brandon’s lapse and the distant look in his eyes, nudging his elbow across the table, “What’s up? You’ve been off since

met with a fleeting glance from

down his cup, his serene gaze taking in the

resignedly, taking a sip of tea himself.

just calmly taking in everything

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, her bag accidentally flying onto Brandon’s

looking down, Brandon was momentarily taken aback by the little girl sprawled on the floor,