Chapter 745 Overwhelming Jealousy And A Jacket Lysander felt that if all they did was eat before returning to the hotel, the vacation this time would practically be pointless.

Josiah also hoped that Lysander could enjoy herself, ideally forgetting all the repression and pain from the previous year. He voluntarily helped to carry her bag and push the baby stroller, allowing her to walk ahead without carrying anything.

The restaurant owner had good taste, and his descriptions were reliable. The seaside park he mentioned was not only scenic but also featured a shallow beach strewn with pebbles. It was a popular spot among locals and tourists alike, who often visited for walks and photos.

Some of the young people even brought along picnic mats and tents. It appeared that they had spent quite a bit of time there.

Dressed in a simple long skirt and blouse, Lysander had her hair tied back with a plain black hair tie. But when she stood on the shallow beach, she still managed to catch the attention of many young men.

They assumed she was just like them, a singleton out for a stroll. They eagerly started approaching and striking up a conversation with her.

Among them, the boldest was a young man in his early twenties. Wearing a pair of rimmed glasses, he appeared refined and polite. "Hello, are you also here to enjoy the view of the sea?"

"No, I'm just having a casual stroll," Lysander answered honestly.

The man had prepared a poetic pick-up line related to the sea but promptly choked on his words. Just as he was about to continue speaking, he was abruptly bumped by a baby stroller.

"Sorry, I accidentally bumped into you," Josiah said emotionlessly while pushing Aurora in a baby stroller.

Then, he seamlessly positioned himself between the young man and Lysander.

Having been disrupted from what he thought was his chance, the young man replied in slight annoyance, "It's fine."

He wished that the doting father with a child in front of him would have the sense to leave on his own accord. However, Josiah continued, "My wife and I are tourists from out of town. We're just here to enjoy the scenery."

The young man was instantly so shocked that it was as if he had been hit by a bolt of lightning.

Wife? And tourist? This girl standing before me, dressed so young and elegantly... is actually a married woman with a child?

moment of shock, the young man hastily muttered an apology before

at his retreating figure, his face as

couldn't help but laugh. "You seem to have scared

scare is too lenient. Youth people nowadays truly lack discernment,"

glanced at

was nothing on

no wonder he

openly voice his desire to buy a new wedding ring. All he could do was clear his throat

glanced their way could tell they

the mere sight of him carrying Lysander's bag and pushing the baby

you. After all, a baby

the more exhausting task of carrying Aurora, saying, "I'll carry her. Just push the

didn't even have to say a word to fend off all of Lysander's potential suitors. However, as Lysander calmed down, she became more elegant and gentle. Even when she was merely

he said to her, "I'm

shopping

needed to use the restroom, so she didn't give it much thought. "Sure. Do you want me to hold Aurora for a

carefully handed Aurora over to

wanted to strike up a conversation could only beat their chests and stamp their feet in regret, wishing they had gotten to know her

a shopping bag of a

bewildered, Lysander asked, "Are you really that cold? You seem

that it

drops after sunset, and I don't want you to

"You once told me to take medical advice seriously. remember when you had a blood test previously, Lynn said your health was severely compromised, and you needed to take good care of yourself. So, I can't just do nothing and watch you get sick from the wind. What if you fall ill while on

to have some briny sea breeze at the

susceptible to the cold to layer up. However, it was a bit over-the-top

down, noticing that although the jacket size was correct,

was clearly meant

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