His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 202 He Lost His Nerve

At this height, she couldn’t see Zachary’s face, but she could feel his happiness just from his movements.

Turns out, being with the person you like is such a joyful thing.

Lysander suddenly found herself empathizing with Josiah. After years of patient waiting, he finally experienced the joy of Lysanne changing her mind and confessing her feelings to him. She reckoned he must have been overjoyed too at that moment.

On one hand, there was a life of neither meritorious deeds nor misdemeanors, on the other hand, there was the fulfillment of one’s heart’s desires with ecstatic joy. Given this multiple–choice question, anyone would know what to choose.

After she got home and took a bath, the phone rang.

The call was from Zachary

“Lysander, are you asleep?”

“I just took a bath. I’m getting ready to sleep. What’s up?”

“Can you call me again? I feel like I’m dreaming.”

Call?

Lysander began, “Zachary?”

“Not that. It’s…” His voice trailed off for a long time. “It’s the other word you called me at the hospital entrance today.”

Lysander understood clearly and flashed a smile. “Boyfriend.”

the other end of the phone, his heavy voice

at half past six,

up her phone, only to discover that Zachary had sent

wearing today? Reply after you wake

was somewhat puzzled as to why he had texted that in the middle

to dress casually, prioritizing

moved but, most of her clothes were left at Josiah’s place. She supposed they had

she had bought some new clothes, but not

she would be going to Harborbrook University today, she chose a rather student–like outfit, a white high–necked sweater paired with jeans.

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shirt, dark blue

second-later, his message’came through:

much attention to it. As usual, she tidied up the room and then read some

at home.

Zachary called. “Lysander, I’m

went downstairs. When she saw Zachary, she finally understood why he had specifically asked about the color of her

cotton denim jacket, underneath which was a white sweater, and a pair of denim jeans that were almost the same

another warm thing

still hot to the touch, and a clean little plastic

warm your hands and eat it on the

go to Quilton

scratched his head in embarrassment. “They don’t sell it here. No

“Thank

to

“Stop rubbing.”

hear clearly.