The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 441 A Thief In The House

As he spoke, he reached into the box he’d brought along and pulled out a brand–new bedside lamp. Then, with deft movements, he disassembled it into its component parts.

The desk lamp wasn’t particularly large, but its frame’s weight was substantial. Adrian, holding it along with the numerous bags of purchases from the supermarket, had been standing there for quite a while. It was indeed no easy feat.

Lysander had a moment of hesitation, but in the end, she steeled herself and did not help him bedroom door.

open

the

Adrian was a man of refined manners. He wouldn’t enter her bedroom without her permission, even if the door was left slightly ajar. He sought her consent, saying, “I can help you change it. It will be quick.”

Lysander rose and moved to the bedroom doorway. Looking at Adrian’s hand, she said, “You’re a doctor, and your hands are invaluable. I can’t bear it if they were to get injured.

Adrian was somewhat taken aback. “What about your lamp, then?”

“That lamp has been in use for quite some time. I’ll just have the property management take it down and then purchase a new one,” Lysander suggested, her voice casual yet her gaze unwavering as she looked at him.

Adrian slowly put down the lampstand and began to repack the toolbox he had previously opened. He admitted, somewhat helplessly, “You’re right. If it broken, we can just buy a new one.”

He knew Lysander was intelligent, and sooner or later, she would realize that his so–called errands and lamp repairs were merely excuses to see her. But he didn’t expect that moment to come so swiftly.

He had only been back in the country for two days.

With a glimmer of hope, Adrian looked toward Lysander. Her impassive response gave him his answer. A wave of guilt surged within him, prompting him to take the initiative to apologize. “I’m sorry for causing you trouble again tonight.”

“You don’t need to apologize, but… Lysander paused for a moment then added deliberately. “Goodbye, drive safely.

She didn’t attempt to retain Adrian. Instead, she subtly showed him the door. Even her reminders were by the book, not giving him a shred of undeserved hope.

Adrian’s heart dropped. “All right.”

White Coat had been patiently waiting for him to take it for a walk. Seeing him about to leave after such a brief stay, it dashed over and bit onto the hem of his trousers, continuously whimpering in protest.

Lysander whispered, “White Coal, let g

go.”

began to circle around Adrian again. He was wary of stepping on such a tiny

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for such a long time, so how could

However, to avoid putting Lysander in a difficult position, he steeled his heart and locked it up in the

taking his pet to the vet for vaccinations.

done.” Adrian feigned nonchalance as he spoke to Lysander. “I’ll

him

door, he couldn’t help but add

not wanting to utter a single unnecessary

closed with a

a full day of hustle and bustle, Lysander was truly exhausted. After taking a hot bath, she quickly changed into her pajamas and retired

rustling noises from the living room forced her to

was still cloaked in an inky darkness, illuminated only by the scattered, dimly lit street lamps. Clearly, it

like White Coat was

were signs of it developing a knack for wreaking havoc around the house. On several recent occasions, she had

tired. If it had to chew, then so be it. After all,

her

moment, something seemed off about

could be heard. This was definitely not a

was to reach for the switch by her bed. However, despite a faint click, the room remained shrouded

she had

timing of this event couldn’t have been

of her pillow and suddenly remembered. My phone! She had left it on the coffee table in the living room the previous

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the sound of footsteps had faded away, replaced by

Gr…

It was White Coat!

seemed to have sensed the presence of a stranger in the house, beginning to emit a

hum of the warning signal morphed into

pain. The puppy’s cries were sharp and

few seconds, yet the terrified cries from White Coat escalated, gradually morphing

no longer. Barefoot, she stepped onto the cold floor, gently