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.”

the phone, his

past six, as per her usual biological

had sent her a

color are you wearing today? Reply after you wake

puzzled as to why he had texted that in the middle of the night.

tended to dress

clothes were left at Josiah’s place. She supposed they

bought some new clothes, but not a

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

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replied: White shirt, dark

his message’came through: Got it.

didn’t pay much attention to it. As usual, she tidied up

at home.

noon, Zachary called.

changed her clothes and went downstairs. When she saw Zachary, she finally understood why he had specifically asked about the color of her clothes.

was wearing a thick cotton denim jacket, underneath which was a white sweater, and

over and stuffed another warm thing into her

still hot to the touch,

take it to warm your hands and eat it on

you go to Quilton

in embarrassment. “They don’t sell it

“Thank you.”