The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

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But he quickly got his act together.

Brandon fired up the engine.

The car started to crawl out.

Just as they were leaving the company's gates, they bumped into Sophia, who was hailing a cab.

Don felt like facepalming.

Sophia didn't notice them.

Her cab had arrived and was parked right at the entrance of the complex.

She was bending over, talking to the driver, and kind of blocking the way.

Brandon just honked the horn.

Sophia looked back instinctively, her eyes widened for a sec when she saw Brandon in the car, then silently shuffled to the side.

Brandon glanced up at her.

The setting sun bathed her in its glow, her face as serene and tranquil as ever, not a hint of sadness or turmoil.

Brandon looked away, flooring the gas pedal.

The car sped off.

Don couldn't help but peek in the rearview mirror.

Sophia had turned her back in the mirror's reflection.

He couldn't read her expression.

He shot Brandon a look.

Brandon's handsface remained as calm as a millpond, but there was a noticeable tension along his jawline, and his grip on the

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steering wheel tightened before relaxing again.

Sophia's indifference clearly affected him.

"Brandon," Don couldn't hold back, "you really love her, don't you?"

Brandon didn't respond, his expression unchanging, but he pressed on the accelerator even harder.

The whoosh of the wind rushed in through the open windows, messing up Don's hair.

Don rolled up the window, propped his elbow on it, resting his head on his hand, glanced at the bustling traffic outside, then back

at Brandon. "If you're still in love."

Brandon cut him off with his usual cool. "Does it matter?"

Don fell silent.

"When she was in love, she still wanted a divorce, right?" Brandon's voice was low and even, as if discussing someone else's

business.

Don was at a loss for words.

Sophia was like this, Brandon too.

"You two," Don shook his head and chuckled, "really are cut from the scloth."

Brandon ignored him, just kept driving.

Don said no more.

The two of them obviously knew what they were doing far better than he did.

Half an hour later, Brandon and Don arrived at the restaurant.

When the car cto a stop in the parking lot, Brandon didn't get out right away.

He stared at the restaurant entrance across from him, sitting still in the car.

Don had to give him a nudge. "Brandon."

Brandon's gaze shifted from the entrance, he glanced at Don, then unbuckled his seat belt, swung the car door open, and without

looking back, strode towards the restaurant.

"Welcome, do you have a reservation?"

As soon as they reached the entrance, the restaurant's greeter smiled and asked.

"Yeah, we've got a private room booked."

Don said with a smile, showing the reservation text to the greeter.

"Right this way, please."

The greeter led them towards the private room.

The others had already arrived, they seemed to have just gotten there and were pulling out chairs to sit down.

Don greeted the girl inside with a smile. "Hannah, you got here quick?"

The girl called by her nlooked up, her gaze colliding with Brandon's.

Both of them paused for a moment.

Don was puzzled as he looked at them both. "You guys know each other?"

Hannah gave an awkward smile, looking at Brandon.

Brandon had already pulled out a chair and sat down at the opposite side of the table.

The waiter cover to pour tea for everyone, handing out menus while doing so.

"Take a look and see what you'd like to have."

Brandon pushed the menu to Don: "You order."

Then he picked up the cup, the cup edge against his lips, sipping a bit, but did not put it down, just holding the cup in one hand.

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Hannah ordered a few dishes casually and looked at Brandon: "Sorry, | didn't know it was you."

"It doesn't matter."

Brandon was indifferent, put down the cup and watched the waiter go out with the balcony door, which stopped her: "Don't close

the door."

The waiter gave him a surprised look.

The dining room was the layout of the box around the hall, so it was easily affected by the dining environment outside if it was not

closed.

Don was aware of Brandon's scruples. He always had a clear sense of boundaries in dealing with the relationship with the opposite

sex. Apart from work, he basically won't be alone in a confined space with the opposite sex in private, even if he was there.

He smiled at the waiter and said, "I wish the door was open."

"ok."

The waiter answered lightly and withdrew from the box.

Don watched her leave, and when he was about to take back his sight, he accidentally saw a familiar figure. He looked at the time

when Sophia was walking with the hostess to the dining area.

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