His Beloved Ex-Wife

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She realized it was too late to come up with another excuse, so she hastily fabricated one. Fortunately, Blaine and others assumed she had not seen her husband for a long time and had some private matters to discuss with him. They all understandingly smiled and left.

Only then did Lysander hurriedly lead Josiah away. As they passed by a field ridge, she whispered to him, “That ditch down there is where everyone usually dumps their wastewater. If you feel like throwing up, you can go there-”

Before she could finish speaking, Josiah had already rushed to the side, bending over to retch violently.

Lysander gently patted his back, helping him catch his breath, and sighed. “Your stomach is accustomed to refined food. It simply can’t handle the food here. I noticed it when you were eating wild vegetables before. I wanted to advise you to eat less, but you stubbornly kept swallowing to maintain your composure.”

Josiah didn’t have the chance to respond to her scolding because he was crouched on the ground, enduring another round of vomiting.

After an indeterminate amount of time had passed, Josiah finally managed to stand up again, his forehead slick with cold sweat.

Under the moonlight, Lysander carefully scrutinized him, noticing his pale face. Her tone softened as she urged, “Josiah, you should go back. You don’t belong in this world.”

“I’m not going back.” Josiah’s voice was hoarse from exhaustion, but he remained resolute. “This is your world, so it’s mine, too.”

He had made up his mind. Even though his steps began to waver on the edge of the field, he still refused to leave.

Lysander felt helpless. On their way back to the health center, they took a detour to the only convenience store in the village to get two packets of instant noodles.

When they pushed open the dorm door, the nurses were still not back from the outpatient department at the front.

Lysander pulled the light cord. Turning to Josiah, she said, “Don’t pretend to be tough. Just sit on my bed. You’ve already done so during the day, anyway.”

The dorm’s light bulb cast a dim, yellowish glow, making Josiah’s face appear even more frail. He nodded and sat down as instructed, seemingly drained of the strength to even speak, his face alarmingly pale.

Once Josiah felt less queasy, Lysander used the immersion heater to boil a pot of hot water. She efficiently unwrapped a packet of instant noodles, placed them in a bowl, and poured the hot water over them. She then secured the lid and said in a soft voice, “Though instant noodles aren’t healthy, they’re better than letting you go hungry.”

instant noodles

to his gastritis. He accepted the bowl handed to him by Lysander and

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quite a bit of instant noodles left, but she didn’t rush Josiah to continue eating. Instead, she simply asked, “How are you

fine. I’m probably just unable to adapt to a new

minor or major issue. If you end up vomiting and having diarrhea, you could

“I’ll try my best not to cause the health

mean it

“I

a sigh, Lysander started cleaning up the instant noodle

the conversation. Even Josiah’s nod was so subtle as if he was afraid to shatter

was resting while the other was tidying up the dorm. Even though they were each doing their own thing, they

saw this scene, they couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. They stood by the door, watching the two of them. The sight of a handsome man and a beautiful woman sharing a

Josiah felt somewhat rejuvenated and wanted to engage in conversation with Lysander again that he turned

closest to Lysander. She greeted enthusiastically, “Mr. Guerra, are you here to

startled by the sudden remark. She quickly turned and explained, “He

all get it,” Astrid interrupted Lysander, winking at her. Clearly, she had misunderstood

Lysander in a difficult position, so he unsteadily rose to his

him to take the initiative to excuse himself and willingly

the situation, Astrid became even more anxious. “Don’t! We just came back to get

are you doing with the poker

room has a table and a bed. The three of us agreed that we must celebrate

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