His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 487 Do I Need To Explain Myself

Lysander was feeling extremely dizzy as Josial helped her to sit up by supporting her shoulders. However, in just a blink of an eye, she found herself weakly slumping back into the couch.

Josiah cradled her head in his hand, dropping to one knee to check on her. “Lysander?”

Lysander responded with a hum.

“Can you still walk?”

Lysander gently shook her head, her cheek brushing against his broad palm.

It seems I really have a fever. She had always thought his body temperature was slightly higher than hers, but now his palms felt cool to her.

Without any further hesitation, Josiah removed his own clothes and wrapped her in them. Then, bending down, he scooped her up in his arms and quickly made his way out.

Upon leaving the hotel, Lysander regained some clarity from Apex City’s chilly night breeze.

She groggily opened her eyes, just about to figure out where she was when a gentle touch on the back of her head made her lean onto his shoulder.

“Mr. Lanister.”

Josiah gave a slight nod to the middle–aged man in front of him.

Upon seeing him cradling a woman, Dillon was taken aback. “What’s wrong with Tiff? Is she ill? I can let her trouble you like this, Mr. Guerra. Please, let me take care of her…”

Josiah subtly stepped aside, deftly avoiding Dillon’s reach.

“This isn’t Tiffany.”

Upon hearing this, Dillon took a careful look at the woman in his arms.

Indeed, she appeared somewhat more slender and taller than Tiffany. Tiffany always liked wearing her hair up in a bun, while this woman, despite also having long hair, simply held it loosely up with a clip.

She was draped in what was clearly a man’s blazer, the clothing underneath hidden from view.

Anyone might make a mistake, but a father surely wouldn’t.

“Tiffany has the mind of a child, so, she found the summit boring. Since we’re in Apex City, I told her to go out and have some fun. You can wait for her here if you’d like. I have some matters to attend to right now,

excuse me.”

Josiah held Lysander as they bypassed Dillon, descending the steps toward the street.

After a moment of thought, Dillon hurriedly followed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Guerra. It must have been troublesome for you to have Tiff accompany you on your business trip.”

Josiah was feeling anxious, but he replied nonchalantly, “Don’t worry about it.”

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Ms.

the summit with Josiah and also be close

unwell? My driver is here. Why don’t we take my car, and I’ll drop you off at the

accompany them as

isn’t Ms. Collins either,” said Josiah curtly without bothering to elaborate.

stunned, at a

appreciate

immediately caught on. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”

you please help me

thinking. Dillon instinctively moved to open

seat,” Josiah said. “Please

“Oh, alright then.”

carefully

managed to get a clear

girl who had caused quite a stir recently,

Dillon couldn’t recall where he had seen

to her st

tightened her grip on Josiah’s clothing. asking, “What are you doing now?”

himself and firmly tucked it into his jacket. “I’m just helping you fasten your seatbelt.”

her body

a cold.” Josiah tightened his jacket around her once

couldn’t immediately grasp his intention. She strained to make sense of

his eye, she noticed Dillon not far

shoes, his appearance was a blur to her,

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polite yet distant manner. “I’m really sorry, Mr.

was severely hoarse.

pretended not to know him

never thanked me anyway. While other men get to

get from

you is

with her eyes, hinting that there were others nearby and that he should not spout such nonsense.

struggle and was at a loss for words. He quickly dismissed Dillon. “Mr. Lanister, let’s discuss our collaboration after I’m done with my business. She’s seriously ill and has to get to the

only nod in agreement: “Alright, alright, do you need a driver, Mr. Guerra?”

thanks. She doesn’t feel comfortable with strangers around.”

opening the

light, Josiah stole a glance at her. She wasn’t asleep this time, but she still seemed listless. She was leaning against the car, eyes half–closed. Seemingly in deep thought, she wore