His Beloved Ex-Wife
Chapter 28
Chapter 28 Love Letter From Eight Years Ago
She awkwardly smiled and took the paper napkin. “Thank you.”
“The lyrics are really good, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Old songs are classics. They always evoke emotions in people’s hearts at different times, making people unconsciously shed tears.”
Lysander felt warmth in her heart. He was trying to make her feel less awkward for crying.
He placed the blame for her emotional outburst on the infectious power of old songs.
“Hello, my name is Adrian Sutton. My family and Daphne’s family are old friends.”
“Hello, my name is Lysander Thorne.”
“I’ve heard of you. You’re the youngest obstetrician and gynecologist at the Central Hospital and very famous among the medical community in Harborbrook.”
Lysander was slightly surprised. “Are you a doctor too?”
Adrian replied, “Yes, but I studied medicine abroad and just flew back to Ecron this year.”
Lysander nodded and smiled. “We are colleagues then.”
Your singing is really good and flows well with this song. It made it very
was just… in the
Lysander was startled. When she came to her senses, she realized it was
middle and enjoying the show. Lysander did
noticed her gaze and grinned at her. “What are you talking
replied, “Song
like you’re getting along pretty well. Adrian, I remember
fool not to understand what was going
and frowned as a signal. “Don’t mess
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“You better not.”
pouted. “What’s there to be afraid of?
something seemed off. Daphne was clearly
to look at Daphne and shook her
Adrian say, “I’ve known Dr. Thorne for a
How could you have known me?
with my university, so
About His Beloved Ex-Wife - Chapter 28
His Beloved Ex-Wife is the best current series of the author Gwendolyn Reeves. With the below Chapter 28 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 28 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com