His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 396 You Might As Well Have Slapped Me Directly

“Sometimes I stay here, but usually I have the staff clean it daily. I’ll have them change the sheets and quil for you in a bit. You can stay here for the time being.”

Lysander asked, “What about you?”

Josiah replied. “I live next door.”

“Oh.”

Josiah stated. “This is the top floor, offering great privacy. Once the door is closed, it’s your own personal sanctuary, where you’re free to laugh or cry as you please. The soundproofing is excellent too, so you don’t have to worry about me hearing anything from next door.”

Lysander said. “I don’t have money to cover your hotel bill.”

“Lysander, your words hurt more than a direct slap in the face,” he responded.

“Take a good rest. I won’t disturb you during this period. If you need anything, feel free to call the front desk, or you can call me as well.”

“Understood.”

“Then, I’m heading next door.”

“All right.”

Josiah left, and Lysander closed the door.

had said, this was a room at the very top, offering a great deal of privacy. Once the door was closed, it was a

phone had run out of battery a while ago.

soon as it was charged, several missed calls immediately popped

all hailed from Stounia.

also several unread

in the country? Is

you send me a message when you do? I just want to know you’re

The puppy might have taken a liking to you. After you left, it kept waiting by the door for your

photograph of a small white dog lying

the expansive living room, the tiny creature seemed even more pitifully

you feel overwhelmed? If so, let’s pretend

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be suitable for a girl to live alone. They’re all in great locations, and the landlords seem pretty decent. I took some photos for you to look at. Pick the

Are my messages bothering

Adrian:

a while. Take some time to clear your head, spend time with

you won’t forget that across the vast ocean, there is still… there is a lone puppy waiting

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all these messages, Lysander completely

forearm, her mind

later, the doorbell rang.

Guerra, this is the chicken broth

gave an “Oh” in response, clearing the way at the