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.”

out his car keys, he headed towards the

time to time, it won’t

a traditional restaurant that Don claimed

office, just a quick drive around the block and

style,

vibe, they even rent out

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

really put their heart into the food. This is some of the

scanned the hall; business was indeed booming.

lacked the noisy feel of other eateries, instead exuding a serene and

spot near the entrance, passing

menu back,

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

cup towards Don before taking a small sip

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

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

fleeting glance from Brandon and a cool, “It’s nothing.”

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

shook his head resignedly, taking a sip of

him, just calmly taking in everything about the restaurant.

of a hurry or the threshold was too

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