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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to recall from his memory a woman who would most likely attend the summit with Josiah and also be close enough to be receiving such

driver is here. Why don’t we take my car, and I’ll

to accompany them as he followed them

isn’t Ms. Collins either,” said Josiah

stunned, at a loss

Lanister, I appreciate

“I’m

you please help me open

moved to open the

Josiah said. “Please hurry.”

“Oh, alright then.”

Josiah carefully placed her in the seat,

only then that Dillon managed to get a clear

the Thorne girl who had caused quite a stir recently, but… she does look somewhat

moment. Dillon couldn’t recall where he

to her st

down, her consciousness returned tightened her grip on Josiah’s clothing. asking, “What

hand off himself and firmly tucked it into his jacket. “I’m just helping you

brow, shifting in pain. However, her

a cold.” Josiah tightened his jacket around her once more and then stepped back, smoothly closing the passenger door behind

her fever–clouded mind couldn’t immediately grasp his intention. She strained to make sense of the scene before her, but despite her efforts, it proved futile.

corner of his eye, she noticed Dillon not

leather shoes, his appearance was a blur to

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

voice was severely hoarse.

she was, she still pretended not to know him in front of

“It doesn’t matter. You’ve never thanked me anyway. While other men get to enjoy the lemon juice fish you’ve lovingly prepared, all I

get from

you is

her eyes, hinting that there were others nearby and that he should not spout

and was at a loss for words. He quickly dismissed Dillon. “Mr. Lanister, let’s discuss our collaboration after I’m

agreement: “Alright, alright, do you need a driver, Mr.

feel comfortable with strangers

after opening the car door, then

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 a