His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 8 Stored Resentment

deep voice, “First, tidying up a coat doesn’t take long. A few minutes is enough, and it won’t delay me going to work. Second, Mom is already asleep. She doesn’t sleep well. Are you sure you want to stand there and argue with me loudly?” Lysanne smiled in surprise. “You may be a doctor, but you have a way with words too.” “Thanks for the compliment, Miss Thorne. But please keep your voice down. Don’t disrupt Mom’s rest.” Then, Lysanne raised her chin proudly. “Mrs. Guerra dotes on me the most. She won’t blame me—” “Enough, Lysanne!” Josiah interrupted her and sighed heavily. He straightened up against the railing and frowned at her. “You can place that jacket anywhere. It’s very late, and you’re pregnant. Go rest.” After being interrupted by him, Lysanne was feeling a bit annoyed and said with a hint of frustration, “I’m not sleepy.” “But I am, and Lysander is, too. She has to get up early tomorrow at six o’clock for the morning shift. We need to rest, too.” But Lysanne suddenly chuckled sarcastically, “Josiah, have you forgotten about me now that you’re married? I’ve been helping you all day, blocking drinks for you, and holding your jacket. Is this how you treat me?” “How should I treat you then? Am I spending my life with my buddy or with my wife?” She was speechless. Then, Josiah turned around and led Lysander upstairs. “Let’s go.” Perhaps it was the alcohol he had consumed, but the usually gentle Josiah had an unusually strong grip on her