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

live in my fantasy world from time to time, it won’t kill

hit up a traditional restaurant that Don claimed

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

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

vibe, they even rent out traditional clothes

hit for those looking to check in on social, Don explained, “Don’t

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

scanned the hall; business

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

to a spot near the entrance, passing him the menu, “Take

the menu back,

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

tea for them both, pushing a cup towards Don before

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

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

fleeting glance from Brandon and a cool,

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

his head resignedly, taking

calmly taking in everything about the restaurant.

or the threshold was too high, she had barely clambered over when, with a “thud,” she tumbled to the ground, her bag accidentally flying

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