The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 432 The Air Is Filled With Tension

Josiah? What’s he doing here?

Lysander took another look at the kindly–looking lady standing in front of her. Her face was unfamiliar, yet her efficient and quick movements reminded Lysander somewhat of Eleanor.

Is she a housekeeper? Then who’s the new neighbort

“Aiden, do we have any aspirin at home?” another voice called out, sounding strained.

“You just moved in, how could everything be perfectly in place? Just wait a bit, Josiah, I’ll call for an errand runner for you.”

“Hurry up, my head is killing me.” The weariness in Josiah’s voice was more pronounced than it had been at the billiard lounge, impossible to overlook.

In her moment of hesitation. Aiden emerged from the neighboring doorway, glancing around before his eyes fell on the unfolding scene. “Martha, what’s taking you so long- he began, but his words trailed off as he caught sight of his surroundings, inhaling sharply. “Adrian? What are you doing here? You… Were you with Lysander last night?”

Martha chuckled lightly, adding to the confusion, “So, you two know each other?”

Aiden, looking flustered, asked in a whisper filled with urgency, “Adrian, weren’t you in Stounia?”

Adrian replied calmly, “I just got back last night.”

“You came straight here after returning? Did you also spend the night at Lysander’s place?”

Martha interjected with a laugh, “They’re a married couple, after all. There’s nothing unusual about them sleeping together.”

Aiden appeared visibly agitated, stamping his foot as he exclaimed, “Martha, please, no more talking! Isn’t it chaotic enough already? You should hurry back to the kitchen, go on, quickly now.”

the misunderstanding. They’re not the ones who are

steadied herself against the door frame, slipping her shoes on with

his arm, maintaining his composure as he addressed Aiden, “You go ahead, I need to have a word with

Lysander murmured an acknowledgment.

the lingering questions, “What brings you here? Was the mansion that Mom and Dad

a look of disbelief before gathering his composure. “Previously, Josiah had a project nearby. Madam Susan had trouble sleeping, and he didn’t want his late returns to disturb her. So, he asked me to find a suitable house for him. I ended up renting this place. Yesterday, he drank too much, so I brought

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forth between Adrian

Adrian is with Lysander, what would

out from the next room, dressed in casual home clothes, his face more haggard and pale than usual, betraying his exhaustion. He furrowed his brows as he inquired, “Aiden, who are you

Josiah, there really is no one,” Aiden hastily tried to deflect, but

looked toward Adrian, who had shown up at Lysander’s doorstep early in the morning. His expression, already sour, darkened further, becoming more

faced Josiah with an even–tempered gaze, casually remarking, “Mr. Guerra, have you

carrying an unmistakable sharpness, accentuated by the bloodshot look in his eyes that hinted at his fatigue or perhaps

of medicine, which she handed

arched an eyebrow inquisitively. “What

at a time,”

a long look, his expression unreadable,

tension, gratefully took the

lingering on Josiah, furrowed her brows with concern, “You were at the billiard lounge quite late last night. Why did you go out drinking

he had either

reply was curt, “I have my work schedule to maintain. Some matters involve company secrets, and it’s not appropriate to

harsh tone, was the first to look away, feeling an

discussions for now. It appears it will be a while before the housekeeper finishes preparing breakfast. Why don’t you join us for a meal? I’ve prepared quite a

was filled with

“No, no,