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 headed towards the nearby parking lot.

me live in my fantasy world from time to time, it won’t kill anyone, no need to

traditional restaurant that Don

far from the office, just a quick drive around the

was decked out in classic Zenitha retro style, even the

culture vibe, they even rent out traditional

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

put their heart into the food. This is some of

business was

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

regular here, nodded to the bartender and then led Brandon to a spot near the

back, “You order, I’m

and didn’t bother being polite with Brandon,

poured tea for them both, pushing a cup towards Don

back to the shadow he’d glimpsed outside the office building, pausing

ordering, he caught Brandon’s lapse and the distant look in his eyes,

curiosity was met with a fleeting glance from Brandon and

elegantly set down his cup, his serene gaze taking in the restaurant’s

resignedly, taking a

ignored him, just calmly taking in everything

was in too much of a hurry or the threshold was too high, she had barely clambered over when, with a “thud,”

aback by the little girl sprawled on the floor, looking up at him with big, round, bewildered