His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 169 Encounter In The Restroom

The waiter hastily apologized, “I’m sorry, miss! Are you hurt?”

When Lysander came to her senses, she realized that she had been shielded behind Zachary

The ground was littered with shards of shattered glass, and scalding soup was splattered in all directions.

The worst off was his

Zachary was clad in a beige polo shirt, speckled all over with brown spots from the soup. The grey sweatpants. One of the legs was nearly completely soaked through.

Moreover, from the steam wafting out, it was clear the soup was still piping hot.

Seeing the situation, Lysander didn’t waste any words. She immediately grabbed Zachary’s hand and took off running.

She heard the waiter call out from behind, “Sir, miss, do you need a towel?”

“Where’s the restroom?” Lysander asked.

The waiter’s face had turned pale, clearly frightened. “Just go straight, turn right, and walk until the end.”

Lysander tugged Zachary along, taking a couple more steps before she heard his strained voice saying, “Lysander, slow down…”

Lysander could hear the slight tremble in his voice. She crouched down, cautiously rolling up his pant leg a little.

Even though her actions were gentle enough, she could still feel the instant tension in his calf muscles.

to the

I’ll go myself. It’s not appropriate for a girl

the men’s restroom…”

really the time to worry about that? Can you even

“I’m fine.”

I’ll support

“But…”

doctor here,

but Lysander had already quickly moved to the sink, turning the faucet on

hurried to support her.

It’s quicker if I

already wincing in pain, gasping for air. Any movement that involved bending over would pull at the skin on his calf, causing another wave of searing pain to course

aren’t really cooperating,”

which were not too loose to begin with, clung to his skin after

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roll them

had also noticed it. He was desperately holding back, but when Lysander added more force

“Did I hurt you?”

okay, you… you may

pants are too tight. I can only

“Okay.”

hospital, and Lysander had forgotten to ask the waiter for

Zachary’s rolled–up pants, his skin had already reddened, swelled, and wrinkled. Moreover, it continued to spread at a pace visible to the naked

tear, then with each hand gripping a side, she ripped his pants apart with all her