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 voice came through. “Mhm!”

Saturday morning. Lysander woke up at half past six, as

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

are you wearing today? Reply after you wake up.

had texted that in the middle

tended to dress casually,

the rush when she first moved but, most of her clothes were left at Josiah’s place. She supposed they had all been thrown away by

bought some new clothes, but not a

she chose a rather

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White shirt, dark

a second-later, his

of confusion but didn’t pay much attention to it. As usual, she tidied up the room and then read some academic journals, just like how she used to

at home.

called. “Lysander, I’m

saw Zachary, she finally understood why he had specifically asked about the color of her clothes.

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

ran over and stuffed another warm thing into

the touch, and a clean little plastic spoon wrapped in

it to warm your hands and eat it on

to Quilton

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

“Thank you.”