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.”

fishing out his car keys, he headed towards the nearby parking

with a chuckle, “Let me live in my fantasy world from time to time, it won’t kill anyone, no

that Don claimed

office, just a quick drive around the block and

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

all about that classic culture vibe, they

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

really put their heart into the food. This is some

the hall; business was

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

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

slid the menu back, “You order, I’m good.”

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

poured tea for them both, pushing a cup towards Don before taking

the shadow he’d glimpsed outside the office building, pausing his motion

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 we met up.”

a fleeting glance from Brandon and a cool,

his serene gaze taking in the restaurant’s ambiance like there was truly nothing amiss.

his head resignedly, taking a sip of tea himself.

calmly taking in

Whether she was in too much of a hurry or the threshold was too high, she

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