His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 683 Accepting A Lost Bet

Lysander opened her mouth and paused for a

it but said nothing in the end.

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As they spoke, they had already stepped out of the small church’s outermost door, returning to the street.

The parade had come to an end, yet the streets were just as busy, filled with various street vendors. It was said that the influx of tourists that year had attracted an unusually high number of vendors, so much so that the designated areas for setting up stalls were no longer sufficient.

Lysander felt nonplussed about what happened, but the lively atmosphere quickly eased her mood.

When Josiah was in Harborbrook, he had visited the night markets before. However, this was his first time at a bustling market like this, where vendors sold all kinds of goods. He was instantly dazzled and couldn’t help but express his amazement.

“If Nilou’s father were to set up a stall here, he’d surely sell many of his crafts. But I’ve bought all their straw origami stock, so I doubt they have any left.”

“There’s no need to feel any regret.” Lysander’s voice grew more solemn as she thought of the villagers. “We’ve managed to get through the recent troubles, but as long as Dillon and his men aren’t brought to justice, the crisis in the village remains unresolved. There would be no mood for festivities, let alone setting up stalls. Naturally, protecting their homes becomes the top priority.”

Upon hearing these words, Josiah suddenly realized that he had overlooked something previously. His gaze sharpened as he said, “Indeed, those who don’t plan ahead will find trouble at their doorstep.”

The world he lived in was starkly different from this place. The boundaries between them couldn’t be broken by merely living there for a few days.

Lysander looked up at him.

The expression on Josiah’s face appeared rather solemn.

The casual attitude that had been present earlier, when they were eager to join the festivities and pay their respects to the deities, was now diminished. Instead, a subtle sense of worry prevailed.

Suddenly, Lysander found herself uncertain. She had inadvertently toppled a golden boy from his lofty pedestal, bringing him back down to earth. He was now aware of a world with which he had never before interacted with.

In truth, when she first married Josiah, she found it quite challenging to adapt to the lifestyle of the ultra wealthy.

Although Susan and Josiah had been incredibly considerate of her feelings, there were always some subconscious reactions that increasingly made her feel out of place in the world of the Guerra family.

This time, the tables have turned. Josiah should be feeling the same way.

could actually stay here for more than three

him not only stay the course but also actively empathize with others, she

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advanta softly asked while looking

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the situation to make a

the food sold

her tendency to have low blood sugar if she skipped breakfast. As for the bag of breadsticks

days he spent in the village allowed him to learn that frugality was

we’re out, let’s not worry about these things. Back in our school days. Daphne and I would eat

a truly wonderful

then. Noticing Lysander’s interest, he bought several snacks she had glanced at while they were walking. He handed her candied fruit, licorice

wrapped in a sheet of paper and held in hand. They didn’t taste exceptionally good, but there was a certain

savored the licorice candy, she suddenly asked helplessly, “Can you really finish

can’t; so I only bought one of each item,”

to persuade him to stop, fearing that he might lose his appetite for lunch later, her gaze fell

elderly woman was of advanced age, her figure noticeably hunched. Even the wooden basket in front of her was notably worn out. Her business

and glanced at the duck eggs in the basket. She asked, “Grandma, how much are

elderly woman suffered from hard of hearing, taking a moment before she responded in a shaky voice, “They’re homemade pickled duck eggs. A

low it

look at the old woman, he instantly understood why she was asking for the price. He bent

eggs, the old woman cheerfully said, “Feel free to choose. These eggs are all laid by

all, together with your basket. I’ve always wanted one like this,”

duck eggs in the basket didn’t even reach twenty. Even if one were to include the price of the basket, it would barely amount to

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