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.”

phone, his heavy voice came through. “Mhm!”

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

had sent her a message at over four in the

texted: What color are you wearing today? Reply after you wake

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

tended to dress casually,

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

she had bought some new clothes, but not a

she chose a rather student–like outfit,

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White shirt, dark blue pants.

second-later, his message’came

his only reply. Lysander was full of confusion but didn’t pay much attention to it. As usual, she tidied up the

at home.

noon, Zachary called. “Lysander,

her clothes and went downstairs. When she saw Zachary, she finally understood

and a pair of denim jeans

ran over and stuffed another warm thing into her

hot to the touch, and a clean little plastic spoon wrapped in

it to warm your hands

to Quilton again?”

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

“Thank