The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 396 You Might As Well Have Slapped Me Directly

“Sometimes I stay here, but usually I have the staff clean it daily. I’ll have them change the sheets and quil for you in a bit. You can stay here for the time being.”

Lysander asked, “What about you?”

Josiah replied. “I live next door.”

“Oh.”

Josiah stated. “This is the top floor, offering great privacy. Once the door is closed, it’s your own personal sanctuary, where you’re free to laugh or cry as you please. The soundproofing is excellent too, so you don’t have to worry about me hearing anything from next door.”

Lysander said. “I don’t have money to cover your hotel bill.”

“Lysander, your words hurt more than a direct slap in the face,” he responded.

“Take a good rest. I won’t disturb you during this period. If you need anything, feel free to call the front desk, or you can call me as well.”

“Understood.”

“Then, I’m heading next door.”

“All right.”

Josiah left, and Lysander closed the door.

a great deal of privacy. Once the door

phone had run out of battery

it was charged, several missed calls immediately popped

all hailed

were also several unread

the country?

a message when you do? I

puppy might have taken a liking to you. After you left, it kept waiting by

image was a photograph of a small white dog lying in

living room, the tiny creature seemed even

overwhelmed? If so, let’s pretend I never said

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1 Coin!

1 Pearls

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a girl to live alone. They’re all in great locations, and the landlords seem pretty decent. I took some photos for you to look at. Pick the

my messages

Adrian:

in touch for a while. Take some time to clear

that across the vast ocean, there is still… there is a lone puppy waiting for

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these messages, Lysander completely collapsed onto

eyes with her

minutes later, the doorbell

waiter was delivering food. “Mrs. Guerra, this is the chicken broth that Mr. Guerra just ordered, with extra carrots and

gave an “Oh” in response,

wheeled in a small cart and placed the dishes one by one on the table. “Mrs. Guerra,