His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 728 Are You Worried About Me Josiah attempted to stand, but his legs felt wobbly still. He had no choice but to brace himself against the table to move.

He let out a chuckle, suggesting, "Let's head back to the office first. There are too many prying eyes here. We can't guarantee that we won't be interrupted. I have something important to discuss with you."

Lysander managed to suppress the surge of emotions within her until she returned to Josiah's office. She then gently closed the door behind them.

She turned around to face him and questioned, "Where have you been all this while? Why did you disappear without a word? Do you have any idea how I..."

Josiah's lips curled into a smile. "How you..."

"Not me, but Madam Susan." Lysander bit her lip, striving to maintain a composed facade. "You have no idea how worried she was about you."

"And what about you?"

"I...."

"Were you worried about me?"

Lysander glanced at him, not offering a response. Instead, she asked, "Are you all right?"

"You were worried about me."

Lysander was rendered speechless.

Josiah watched her, his heart softening. Subconsciously, he reached out, intending to embrace her. But midway, he hesitated and withdrew his hand, careful not to make any contact.

His hands had accumulated numerous tiny scars, and his skin had considerably darkened. Furthermore, calluses had formed on the base of his fingers from constant friction.

Josiah gave her a once over. "You've lost weight again."

Lysander was already quite slender to begin with, and after enduring this period of hardship, she had lost even more weight. Her petite face was now dominated by a pair of large eyes, which stood out prominently.

Josiah was genuinely worried that she might be too thin for her own good. He couldn't help but ask again, "Are you alright? I intended to stay with you that day, but they returned, and the staircase collapsed from the fire..."

It turned out that at the very moment when Lysander had passed out due to

nearing his limit. He had thought he would be the first to succumb to the fiery inferno, but

knew the latter didn't come to rescue anyone. They were merely there to ascertain

clear-headed rationality. She would not tolerate the

Josiah mustered a surge of strength on the brink of death. Just as the flames were about to completely sever the connection between the staircase and the wall, he crouched down,

person leaping from such a height would undoubtedly meet their end. Josiah carefully timed his jump as the staircase collapsed, significantly reducing the chances of him getting injured. However, despite

whom Tiffany had assigned to collect his body, was taken aback upon finding him still alive and quickly pursued

they would discover Lysander, who had already escaped to a relatively safer area. He gritted his teeth to endure the pain and ran in the opposite direction. Removing his coat to cover his mouth and nose, he traversed through an area that was not as severely

flames swiftly incinerated the

had already died amidst the flames, but considering his own safety, he chose to turn

sirens filled the air. Only after seeing Lysander being lifted into the ambulance did he feel relieved enough to

tears and put on a complex expression. "So, you were injured back then, but instead of going to the hospital, you chose to leave alone. Do you have any idea

I had

the thirty years of my life have

and there are many the

do openly. So, I chose to

I

for such a long time, he could no longer pretend

and took the initiative to

with every movement, even the slightest

was to him, Lysander took a deep breath, putting her doctor's hat back on. Rolling up her sleeves, she said, "You must go to the hospital now. By the goto way, you mentioned

back, have

to sort everything out?"

an appearance at the meeting earlier, so even if

keep his

late.

of them were not

spoke softly

over all the evidence implicating Dillon and Tiffany in the poisoning and myrder to the police. However, their procedure prevents the news from spreading quickly,

into the mess caused by Riveron Corporation. Now, at last, he could

roll up his pant leg. She wanted to first

the warmth of her fingertips, he recoiled as if he was burnt by it. He spoke in a slightly flustered manner. "I'll

personal image. Although he had made a point to freshen up and