His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 176 Riding Shotgun

As Lysander observed, Zachary’s complexion took on a deeper hue of red, and his hands awkwardly shifted about, searching for a suitable resting place. She offered a soothing hum of understanding, gently reassuring him, “There’s no need to feel embarrassed. Back when I was working at the hospital, it wasn’t uncommon for patients to try and set me up. I’ve grown quite accustomed to it by now.”

Zachary, visibly relieved by her tranquil handling of the situation, managed a smile and suggested, “Let’s head to the car, and then we can go look for Michelle.”

been

Lysander checked her watch and noted that Michelle had missing for over two hours now. They had initially agreed on a three–hour window, yet she was still unable to reach her on her phone.

“Do you have any idea where Michelle might be?”

Zachary responded with a thoughtful click of his tongue, “There’s a particular place she might be.”

Confident in his judgment, Lysander made her way to the vehicle, intent on entering. As she reached for the backseat door handle, Zachary paused and invited, “Why don’t you come sit in the front with me?”

“Why?”

“When I went to start the car earlier in the parking lot, a water truck passed by. I forgot to roll up the rear window, and now the entire back seat is completely drenched.”

Lysander peered inside and confirmed that the back seats, made not of leather but a soft fabric, were indeed thoroughly soaked, rendering them unusable for seating at the moment.

in thought, Lysander didn’t notice Zachary had already exited the car and was now holding open the passenger door for her. “Get in,” he

gaze, Zachary suddenly seemed

riding shotgun might

it. The water truck incident was just an accident. Several cars around were affected, it wasn’t targeted or anything… Besides, such

much

class and even winning the National Physics Contest. His mother, Camila, never missed

displayed typical traits often associated with

and was even more inept at engaging with women. Sometimes, he

an open book when it

day, his cheeks had been a persistent shade of red, extending

Chapter 176 Riding Shotgun

not being the type to whisper sweet nothings or charm women effortlessly, he undeniably had the qualities of a

“Lysander?”

Lysander climbed into the passenger

seemed genuinely pleased, his movements brisk as he closed the

blended into the flow of traffic, and a

there?”

Lysander’s brow furrowed slightly.