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.

she could still feel the

which can easily stick to the skin and cause secondary burns. It’s necessary

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

the men’s restroom…”

really the time

“I’m fine.”

I’ll support

“But…”

the doctor here, so listen to

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

hurried to support her. “Lysander,

quicker

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

aren’t really cooperating,” Lysander commented with

not too loose to begin with, clung to his skin after

169 Encounter In The

to roll

He was desperately holding back, but when Lysander added more force to pull the pants leg up, he couldn’t help but

“Did I hurt you?”

you…

too tight. I

“Okay.”

and Lysander had forgotten to ask the waiter for a pair of scissors

his skin had already reddened, swelled, and wrinkled. Moreover, it continued to spread at a pace visible

hard to create a tear, then with each hand gripping a side, she ripped his pants

tearing sound, she tore open his sweatpants to

leg was immobile, and the faucet Lysander had turned on earlier had

the icy water to wash