His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 176 Riding Shotgun

As Lysander observed, Zachary’s complexion took on a deeper hue of red, and his hands awkwardly shifted about, searching for a suitable resting place. She offered a soothing hum of understanding, gently reassuring him, “There’s no need to feel embarrassed. Back when I was working at the hospital, it wasn’t uncommon for patients to try and set me up. I’ve grown quite accustomed to it by now.”

Zachary, visibly relieved by her tranquil handling of the situation, managed a smile and suggested, “Let’s head to the car, and then we can go look for Michelle.”

been

Lysander checked her watch and noted that Michelle had missing for over two hours now. They had initially agreed on a three–hour window, yet she was still unable to reach her on her phone.

“Do you have any idea where Michelle might be?”

Zachary responded with a thoughtful click of his tongue, “There’s a particular place she might be.”

Confident in his judgment, Lysander made her way to the vehicle, intent on entering. As she reached for the backseat door handle, Zachary paused and invited, “Why don’t you come sit in the front with me?”

“Why?”

“When I went to start the car earlier in the parking lot, a water truck passed by. I forgot to roll up the rear window, and now the entire back seat is completely drenched.”

of leather but a soft fabric, were

exited the car and was now holding open the passenger door for

her head to meet his gaze, Zachary suddenly seemed flustered. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

do you realize what riding shotgun might

it. The water truck incident was just an accident. Several cars around were affected, it wasn’t targeted or anything… Besides, such significances aren’t determined by a single car ride. Don’t

Zachary hadn’t changed much from the person Lysander

even winning the National Physics Contest. His mother, Camila, never missed an opportunity to boast about his

associated with male students in engineering and

was straightforward and a bit awkward, lacking finesse in small talk or flattering higher–ups, and was even more inept at engaging with women. Sometimes, he seemed naive, focused solely on his

book when it came

some family intentions earlier that day, his cheeks had been a persistent shade of red, extending to his ears and neck,

Chapter 176 Riding Shotgun

being the type to whisper sweet nothings or charm women effortlessly, he undeniably

“Lysander?”

Lysander climbed into the passenger

genuinely pleased, his movements brisk as he closed the door for her and

the flow of traffic, and a slight smile lingered on his lips. “Are you… comfortable

there?”

Lysander’s brow furrowed slightly.

might have come across, Zachary quickly amended, “I mean, how do you find the car’s seats? The space, the

his intent, Lysander nodded.

wheel a bit tighter, seemed relieved. “That’s good. If you feel uncomfortable