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.”

he headed towards the nearby parking

me live in my fantasy world from time to time, it

hit up a traditional restaurant that Don claimed had a real

not far from the office, just a quick drive around the block and you’re there.

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

culture vibe, they even rent out traditional

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

This is some of the most authentic West district cuisine

hall; business was

to the spacious layout, it lacked the noisy feel of other eateries, instead

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

the menu back,

being polite with Brandon, waving over a

poured tea for them both, pushing a cup towards Don before taking a small sip himself.

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

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

his curiosity was met with a fleeting glance from Brandon and a cool,

elegantly set down his cup, his serene gaze taking

resignedly, taking a sip of

ignored him, just calmly taking in everything about the restaurant.

of a hurry or the threshold was too high, she had

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