His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 740 Because Of Family "I heard that there are quite a few events arranged at the business district today. At midnight, they'll even release balloons. And if you're lucky, you might win a prize. Do you want to go check it out?"

Josiah was over thirty and hadn't participated in activities for the younger crowd for many years.

Lysander gave a rueful smile instinctively. "Gambling on luck? Maybe I was born without the luck of gambling. I've never won anything."

Josiah said, "Let's not go then. We'll check out something else."

As they were speaking, Aurora suddenly let out a cry.

Lysander leaned over slightly to look at Aurora. Aurora stared straight at the crowded place ahead, clearly wanting to go there.

Josiah also chuckled. "Why not let Aurora decide? Isn't there a saying about beginners' luck? Maybe Aurora will be lucky."

“Let's go check it out then, but if it's too crowded, we'll need to leave promptly," Lysander suggested, her gaze fixed on Aurora in the stroller. "Aurora is still young, I'm worried that a large crowd might frighten her," she added.

Caring for a child was no easy task. It had been a while since Lysander and Josiah had experienced the luxury of sleeping in. However, perhaps it was because the more they gave, the deeper their feelings grew. Whenever they thought about saying goodbye to Aurora when Nieva returned, they couldn't help but feel a constant pang of sorrow.

Josiah gazed tenderly at her and Aurora, and out of the blue, he brought up a past topic. "Once Nieva is done with her tasks and returns, I want to discuss with her if it's possible for me to become Aurora's godfather."

The last time he made the suggestion, it was swiftly rejected by Lysander.

However, the situation this time was indeed a bit different.

Lysander had spent so much time with Aurora that she could no longer convince herself to be decisive and not invest too much emotion. Her voice was full of reluctance as she sighed.

"Before, what I feared most was parting ways, especially after forming an emotional bond. I never thought I would fall into this situation again. If you are considering taking Aurora as your goddaughter, please take me along too. I think Ms. Lionhart won't outright refuse us."

In the stroller, Aurora let out an "oh" sound, as if understanding.

asked, "So, will you... be her

what

and said, "At my age, it won't really be fitting to be her

somewhat amused.

"What?"

can be her godsister. It suits you quite well. But if that's the case... won't our

spat at him, saying,

help but chuckle. "It seems you really have a poor impression

conversation. "May I take a photo of you two? It will only be added to my personal photography portfolio and relevant newspaper columns. It will not be for

a professional photographer working for

his guard down due to this. He stepped forward, positioning himself between Lysander and Aurora. Politely yet firmly, he declined, "I'm sorry, we are not public figures and would rather not appear in the newspapers." Nieva had entrusted her baby to them, all in an effort to keep Elio from finding out. If by chance Elio's men saw this photo, he could easily deduce where she had hidden the child,

okay." The cameraman looked at them with an

look exceptionally happy together, which fits perfectly with the theme of this year's column. If I can take a photo of you all as an accompanying

"What's the theme of

a sense of happiness from the three of

called a family of three, they had been misunderstood so many times that they

the photographer talked

event is 'family. With the New Year just around the corner, there's a saying that goes 'wealth has nothing to do with family reunion'. My purpose for hitting the streets today is to capture families of

'family', Lysander was reminded

as if her family was missing a corner. Immersed in

his

you're not comfortable showing your faces, we can just take a shot of your silhouettes. I thought earlier that the е image of

heartfelt and sincere that Lysander eventually agreed. When Josiah found out there would be no direct shot of

as if they hadn't spoken to the photographer at all, continuing their conversation as normal. By the time they looked back after walking a considerable distance away, the photographer

rapidly and before they knew it, midnight was drawing near. Despite not feeling like they had accomplished much, it was

with one hand and firmly gripped the

facing the large clock in the square.