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.”

keys, he

a chuckle, “Let me live in my fantasy world from time to time, it won’t kill anyone, no need to burst my bubble so fast.”

that Don claimed had

center not far from the office, just a quick drive around the

classic Zenitha retro style, even the waitstaff were decked

classic culture vibe, they even rent out traditional clothes and

for those looking to check in on

really put their heart into the food. This is some of the most authentic West district cuisine

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 the bartender and then led Brandon to a spot near the entrance, passing him the menu, “Take a look, see

menu back, “You order,

didn’t bother being polite with Brandon, waving over a server.

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

thoughts drifted back to the shadow he’d glimpsed outside the office

the distant look in his eyes, nudging his elbow across the table, “What’s up? You’ve been off since we met up.”

with a fleeting glance from Brandon and a cool, “It’s

deliberate sip of tea, Brandon elegantly set down his cup, his serene gaze taking in the restaurant’s ambiance like there was truly

shook his head resignedly, taking a sip of

taking in

tiny 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, her bag accidentally flying onto Brandon’s

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