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.”

end of the phone, his heavy

morning. Lysander woke up at half past

habitually lit up her phone, only to discover that Zachary had sent her a message at

wearing today? Reply after

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

dress casually, prioritizing comfort.

her clothes were left at Josiah’s place.

new clothes, but

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

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White shirt, dark blue pants.

even a second-later, his message’came through:

it. As usual, she tidied up

at home.

called. “Lysander, I’m

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

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

stuffed another warm

ash–roasted potato, which was still hot to the touch, and a clean little plastic spoon wrapped in cling film.

it to warm your hands and eat it on

to Quilton

scratched his head in embarrassment. “They don’t sell

smiled. “Thank you.”