His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 202 He Lost His Nerve

At this height, she couldn’t see Zachary’s face, but she could feel his happiness just from his movements.

Turns out, being with the person you like is such a joyful thing.

Lysander suddenly found herself empathizing with Josiah. After years of patient waiting, he finally experienced the joy of Lysanne changing her mind and confessing her feelings to him. She reckoned he must have been overjoyed too at that moment.

On one hand, there was a life of neither meritorious deeds nor misdemeanors, on the other hand, there was the fulfillment of one’s heart’s desires with ecstatic joy. Given this multiple–choice question, anyone would know what to choose.

After she got home and took a bath, the phone rang.

The call was from Zachary

“Lysander, are you asleep?”

“I just took a bath. I’m getting ready to sleep. What’s up?”

“Can you call me again? I feel like I’m dreaming.”

Call?

Lysander began, “Zachary?”

“Not that. It’s…” His voice trailed off for a long time. “It’s the other word you called me at the hospital entrance today.”

Lysander understood clearly and flashed a smile. “Boyfriend.”

other end of the phone, his heavy

morning. Lysander woke up at half past six, as per her usual biological

Zachary had sent her a message

texted: What color are you wearing today? Reply

as to why he had texted that in the middle of

to dress

were left at Josiah’s place. She supposed they had all been thrown away

some new clothes, but not a lot.

to Harborbrook University today, she chose a rather student–like outfit, a white high–necked sweater paired

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shirt,

second-later, his message’came through: Got

only reply. Lysander was full of confusion but didn’t pay much attention to it. As usual, she tidied up the room and then read some academic

at home.

called. “Lysander, I’m

downstairs. When she saw Zachary, she finally understood why he had specifically asked about the color

thick cotton denim jacket, underneath which was a white sweater, and a pair of denim jeans that were almost the same

and stuffed another warm thing into her

ash–roasted potato, which was still hot to the touch, and a

it to warm your hands and eat it

you go to Quilton again?”

scratched his head in embarrassment. “They don’t sell it here. No worries.

smiled. “Thank