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.

your sweatpants is cotton, which can easily stick to the skin and cause

nod, gritting his teeth. “All right, I’ll go myself. It’s not appropriate for a girl like you

the men’s restroom…”

furrowed her brows. “Is this really the time to

“I’m fine.”

I’ll support you.

“But…”

doctor here, so listen to

bit uneasy. He wanted to say something, but Lysander had already quickly moved to the

hurried to support her.

quicker

for air. Any movement that involved bending over would pull at

really cooperating,” Lysander commented with furrowed

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

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to roll

noticed it. He was desperately holding back, but when Lysander added more force to pull the pants leg up, he couldn’t help

“Did I hurt you?”

you… you may

are too tight.

“Okay.”

hospital, and Lysander had forgotten to ask the waiter for a pair

had already reddened, swelled, and wrinkled. Moreover, it continued

bit down hard to create a tear, then with each hand gripping a side, she ripped his pants apart with