The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 176 Riding Shotgun

As Lysander observed, Zachary’s complexion took on a deeper hue of red, and his hands awkwardly shifted about, searching for a suitable resting place. She offered a soothing hum of understanding, gently reassuring him, “There’s no need to feel embarrassed. Back when I was working at the hospital, it wasn’t uncommon for patients to try and set me up. I’ve grown quite accustomed to it by now.”

Zachary, visibly relieved by her tranquil handling of the situation, managed a smile and suggested, “Let’s head to the car, and then we can go look for Michelle.”

been

Lysander checked her watch and noted that Michelle had missing for over two hours now. They had initially agreed on a three–hour window, yet she was still unable to reach her on her phone.

“Do you have any idea where Michelle might be?”

Zachary responded with a thoughtful click of his tongue, “There’s a particular place she might be.”

Confident in his judgment, Lysander made her way to the vehicle, intent on entering. As she reached for the backseat door handle, Zachary paused and invited, “Why don’t you come sit in the front with me?”

“Why?”

“When I went to start the car earlier in the parking lot, a water truck passed by. I forgot to roll up the rear window, and now the entire back seat is completely drenched.”

leather but a soft fabric, were

exited the car and was now holding open the passenger door for her. “Get

her head to meet his gaze, Zachary suddenly seemed flustered. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

do you realize what riding shotgun might

an accident. Several cars around were

after several years apart, Zachary hadn’t changed much from the person

science and engineering, particularly physics, often leading his class and even winning the National Physics Contest. His mother, Camila,

often associated with male students

bit awkward, lacking finesse in small talk or flattering higher–ups, and was even more inept at engaging with women. Sometimes, he seemed naive, focused solely on his work, oblivious to the cunning maneuvers of the

book when it came to

his cheeks had been a persistent shade of red, extending to his

Chapter 176 Riding Shotgun

sweet nothings or charm women effortlessly, he

“Lysander?”

Lysander climbed into the passenger

movements brisk as he closed the door for her and hurried back to

blended into the flow of traffic, and a

there?”

Lysander’s brow furrowed slightly.