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 phone, his heavy voice came through.

past six, as per her usual biological clock.

phone, only to discover that Zachary had sent her a message at over four

color are you wearing today? Reply after

somewhat puzzled as to why he had

tended to dress casually, prioritizing comfort.

were left at Josiah’s place. She supposed they had all been thrown

she had bought some new clothes, but

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

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White shirt, dark

his

of confusion but didn’t pay much attention to it. As usual, she tidied up the room and then read some academic journals,

at home.

called. “Lysander, I’m here.”

and went downstairs. When she saw Zachary, she finally understood why he had

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

and stuffed another warm thing

which was still hot to the touch, and a

hands and eat

you go to

head in embarrassment. “They don’t sell it

smiled. “Thank you.”

started to

“Stop rubbing.”

hear clearly.