Chapter 471 Struck Down By Illness

The flight attendant had already left before Lysander opened her eyes and didn’t hear her unfinished sentence. Now, only the two of them were left staring at each other.

Looking calm, Josiah asked, “What are you looking at?”

Lysander realized it wasn’t an illusion and immediately widened her eyes. She instinctively asked, “Was that you speaking just now?”

No wonder she found the voice of the person asking for the blanket familiar.

“Of course,” Josiah chuckled as if puzzled by the question. “Who else could it be? You didn’t finish your sentence earlier. Did you also want a blanket?”

He was tall with long legs, so sitting in economy class meant he couldn’t fully stretch them out. He was forced to sit sideways with one leg crossed over the other, speaking to her in a pose that seemed casual but was actually quite uncomfortable.

Lysander pulled up her mask, muffling her voice. “Let’s wait for the flight attendant to come back.”

The flight attendant returned swiftly, handing over a blanket to Josiah.

“Thank you.”

Lysander quickly said, “Excuse me, could I also…”

Josiah casually draped the blanket over her, saying, “Here’s the blanket you wanted.”

“You should use it. I’ll ask for another one.”

“It was meant for you,” Josiah said, frowning at her haggard appearance. “It’s only been a few days, and you’ve gotten so sick?”

“It was unexpected.”

blanket did help warm her

to be in first class? What are you

hands crossed over his lap, Josiah responded

did you

otherwise, especially since her voice was thick with congestion. She

Her voice was raspy.

scrutinized her, staring into her eyes as he asked,

“Something like that.”

and didn’t bother to change his

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that she was warmer, Lysander felt a bit more spirited and casually replied, “I just caught a cold. It has its cycle, and today’s the worst day.

effort it took for her to speak, Josiah sighed. “Is attending this summit worth it when

question back at him, “Didn’t you say this summit is a rare

newcomers?”

before that I could take you. Since you’re sick, you

bit late to say

and her throat felt like it was splitting,

you’re still the same as before: you act like a lone hero at work, but in life, you’re a complete

most capable people can’t

against the window, and tried to rest. After a while, she opened her heavy eyelids

not to understand. “Go back where? We’re on a plane. Should

couldn’t understand such a simple matter. As she insisted he

back to your first–class seat. I saw you and Tiffany at the boarding gate. You

keep her eyes open, he finally gave up arguing and changed the subject, “She’s an adult. She’s flown alone many times. I’m not her father. Do I have to follow her everywhere? Go to sleep. We still have an hour before we

this, though it didn’t bring

argue. She was too exhausted to muster any energy.

the window shade, and

few stray strands of hair scattered across her forehead. She looked uneasy

would no longer utter words that infuriated him to no end. His

more docile

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