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.

enough, she could still feel the instant tension in his

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

go myself. It’s not appropriate for a

the men’s restroom…”

furrowed her brows. “Is this really the time to worry

“I’m fine.”

on, I’ll support you. Let’s hurry

“But…”

the doctor here, so listen

was a bit uneasy. He wanted to say something, but Lysander had already quickly moved to

hurried to support

fine. It’s quicker if I help

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 pain

aren’t really cooperating,” Lysander commented with furrowed

to begin with, clung to

169 Encounter In The

to roll them

was desperately holding back, but when Lysander added more force to pull the pants leg

“Did I hurt you?”

okay, you… you may

tight. I can

“Okay.”

forgotten to ask

had already reddened, swelled, and wrinkled. Moreover, it

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

a tearing sound, she tore open his sweatpants

the faucet Lysander had turned on earlier had already filled the entire sink. The icy water was spilling

the icy water to wash over his entire leg that had been