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

cotton, which can easily stick to the skin and cause secondary

gave a nod, gritting his teeth. “All right, I’ll go myself.

the men’s restroom…”

“Is this really the time to worry about that? Can

“I’m fine.”

I’ll support you. Let’s

“But…”

enough. I’m the doctor here,

Zachary was a bit uneasy. He wanted to say something, but Lysander had already quickly moved to the sink, turning the faucet on full blast. Then, she knelt down to help him roll

support her. “Lysander,

quicker

that involved bending over would pull at the skin on his calf, causing another wave of searing

aren’t really cooperating,” Lysander commented

with, clung to his skin after being soaked in soup, making

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roll them

Lysander added more force to pull

“Did I hurt you?”

okay, you… you

too tight. I can

“Okay.”

forgotten to ask the waiter for a pair

pants, his skin had already reddened, swelled, and wrinkled. Moreover, it continued to

tear, then with each

she tore open his sweatpants to

and the faucet Lysander had turned on earlier had already filled the

allowing the icy water to wash over his entire