The Charming Ex-Wife

The Charming Ex–Wife Chapter 488 Yielding When Necessary Lysander didn’t respond. It was unclear whether she was unable to speak or if her consciousness was blurring. She closed her eyes and slowly rested her head against the leather chair behind her, maintaining her silence in a position far more comfortable than leaning over the coffee table. This position brought her even closer to Josiah than before. Just like the previous night, Josiah could smell the faint fragrance of Lysander’s hair. His furrowed brows relaxed, and he said with a hint of urgency, “You’re already suffering from such high fever, yet you’re still focused on others‘ matters. You should focus more on yourself and less on others.” Lysander heard those words in a state of semi–consciousness. Instinctively, she wanted to retort, but her body reacted before her mind could, leading her back into a hazy slumber. She slept much more deeply than she had before. When Lysander regained consciousness, she found herself lying in a hospital bed. Everywhere she looked was a stark white, even her own hand resting on the blanket was similarly pale. Seeing the situation, the nurse who was using an alcohol swab to clean Lysander’s hand quickly whispered, “The patient has woken up.” In the next moment, Josiah, who had been standing behind the IV pole, took a step forward to the bedside. He looked at Lysander, whose face was as pale as a sheet. Complicated emotions swirled within his eyes. There was worry and blame, but above all, he was observing, wanting to see how she was doing. Lysander was bewildered when she woke up. Just as she was about to speak, a sharp pain shot through the back of her hand. She was familiar with that sensation, figuring it was likely the nurse administering an injection to her. Josiah noticed the subtle changes in her expression. He slowly said, “Don’t move.” Once Lysander realized that she was getting an injection, she naturally cooperated obediently. In the next moment, a hint of displeasure could be heard in Josiah’s voice as he questioned, “What’s going on? This is already the second attempt.” The nurse was also frantic, her forehead covered in sweat. “Her veins are too thin. It’s hard to locate them.” With a menacing figure like Josiah looming nearby, the nurse was under immense pressure. Coupled with the continued difficulty in locating a vein, the young nurse became somewhat flustered.