The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 307

Grace was busy doing chores, barely noticing what Theresa was up to.

When she finally took a breather, Theresa had her bag slung in the crook of her arm, sitting pretty on the sofa, her big innocent eyes scanning the room.

Grace had been on the go for nearly an hour before she finally got the room spick and span.

Just like any other day, she took Theresa out with her.

The second they stepped outside, Theresa pointed towards the Starlight building and chirped, “Let’s hit the park over there.”

There was a riverside park nearby that Grace had taken Theresa to before. She figured the kiddo just wanted some playtime, so without overthinking it, and seeing the joy it brought the little one, she headed there.

On their way back, as they passed the Starlight building, they weren’t even at the door before Theresa was pointing straight at it, “Let’s go there.”

Grace saw it was the Starlight building, smack dab in the middle of work hours, so she quickly tried to dissuade her, “We can’t, people there are busy working.”

Theresa just nodded, not quite getting it, a shadow of disappointment on her face as she pressed her face against the car window, her eyes wide, taking in the view.

The lobby of the Starlight building was just a lounge and display area, with people vaguely visible sitting and chilling out.

The cab was at a red light, so Theresa had a clear view of the folks inside, chit-chatting and sipping coffee.

In her mind, work was like what her mom did – glued to a computer, busy as a bee.

So she tugged at Grace’s hand with excitement, urging her to look and earnestly explained, “They aren’t working.”

Grace couldn’t help but sneak a peek, and sure enough, the place looked pretty laid-back.

“I wanna go,” Theresa insisted, clutching Grace’s hand a bit anxiously.

Grace was on the fence. It wasn’t that they were pressed for time; it was just that, after all, this was an office building, not a mall.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Theresa gave her the puppy eyes plea, “Can we just play for a sec, pretty please?”

Those weepy big eyes and the soft, pleading baby voice beat Grace.