His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 169 Encounter In The Restroom

The waiter hastily apologized, “I’m sorry, miss! Are you hurt?”

When Lysander came to her senses, she realized that she had been shielded behind Zachary

The ground was littered with shards of shattered glass, and scalding soup was splattered in all directions.

The worst off was his

Zachary was clad in a beige polo shirt, speckled all over with brown spots from the soup. The grey sweatpants. One of the legs was nearly completely soaked through.

Moreover, from the steam wafting out, it was clear the soup was still piping hot.

Seeing the situation, Lysander didn’t waste any words. She immediately grabbed Zachary’s hand and took off running.

She heard the waiter call out from behind, “Sir, miss, do you need a towel?”

“Where’s the restroom?” Lysander asked.

The waiter’s face had turned pale, clearly frightened. “Just go straight, turn right, and walk until the end.”

Lysander tugged Zachary along, taking a couple more steps before she heard his strained voice saying, “Lysander, slow down…”

Lysander could hear the slight tremble in his voice. She crouched down, cautiously rolling up his pant leg a little.

though her actions were gentle enough, she could still feel

is cotton, which can easily stick to the skin and cause secondary burns. It’s

go myself. It’s not appropriate for a girl like

the men’s restroom…”

the time to worry about that? Can you

“I’m fine.”

I’ll support you. Let’s

“But…”

doctor here, so listen to

something, but Lysander had already quickly moved to the sink,

to support her. “Lysander,

quicker if I

wincing in pain, gasping for air. Any movement that involved bending over would pull at the skin on his calf, causing another wave of searing

pants aren’t really cooperating,” Lysander commented

loose to begin with, clung to his skin after being soaked

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roll

but when Lysander added more force to pull the pants leg up, he couldn’t help but

“Did I hurt you?”

you… you

tight. I can

“Okay.”

a hospital, and Lysander had forgotten to ask

rolled–up pants, his skin had already reddened, swelled, and wrinkled. Moreover, it continued to spread at a pace visible to the naked

afford to care that much anymore. She bit down hard to create a tear, then with each hand gripping a side, she ripped his pants apart with all her

tore open his sweatpants to right above the

had turned on earlier had already filled

icy water to wash over his