His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 441 A Thief In The House

As he spoke, he reached into the box he’d brought along and pulled out a brand–new bedside lamp. Then, with deft movements, he disassembled it into its component parts.

The desk lamp wasn’t particularly large, but its frame’s weight was substantial. Adrian, holding it along with the numerous bags of purchases from the supermarket, had been standing there for quite a while. It was indeed no easy feat.

Lysander had a moment of hesitation, but in the end, she steeled herself and did not help him bedroom door.

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Adrian was a man of refined manners. He wouldn’t enter her bedroom without her permission, even if the door was left slightly ajar. He sought her consent, saying, “I can help you change it. It will be quick.”

Lysander rose and moved to the bedroom doorway. Looking at Adrian’s hand, she said, “You’re a doctor, and your hands are invaluable. I can’t bear it if they were to get injured.

Adrian was somewhat taken aback. “What about your lamp, then?”

“That lamp has been in use for quite some time. I’ll just have the property management take it down and then purchase a new one,” Lysander suggested, her voice casual yet her gaze unwavering as she looked at him.

Adrian slowly put down the lampstand and began to repack the toolbox he had previously opened. He admitted, somewhat helplessly, “You’re right. If it broken, we can just buy a new one.”

He knew Lysander was intelligent, and sooner or later, she would realize that his so–called errands and lamp repairs were merely excuses to see her. But he didn’t expect that moment to come so swiftly.

He had only been back in the country for two days.

With a glimmer of hope, Adrian looked toward Lysander. Her impassive response gave him his answer. A wave of guilt surged within him, prompting him to take the initiative to apologize. “I’m sorry for causing you trouble again tonight.”

“You don’t need to apologize, but… Lysander paused for a moment then added deliberately. “Goodbye, drive safely.

She didn’t attempt to retain Adrian. Instead, she subtly showed him the door. Even her reminders were by the book, not giving him a shred of undeserved hope.

Adrian’s heart dropped. “All right.”

White Coat had been patiently waiting for him to take it for a walk. Seeing him about to leave after such a brief stay, it dashed over and bit onto the hem of his trousers, continuously whimpering in protest.

Lysander whispered, “White Coal, let g

go.”

Reluctantly, White Coat heeded her words and began to circle around Adrian again. He was wary of stepping on such a tiny puppy and found himself in a predicament, hesitant to take any steps at all.

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White Coat for such a long time, so how could he bear to see it in such

position, he steeled his heart and locked it up

had brought this cage originally, intending to use it when taking his pet to the vet for

feigned nonchalance as he spoke to Lysander.

bade him

upset Adrian was, he still felt a pang of reluctance. As he stepped out the door, he couldn’t help but add a reminder. “The weather forecast said

to utter a

door closed with a soft click.

truly exhausted. After taking a hot bath, she quickly changed

the subtle rustling noises from the living room

in an inky darkness, illuminated only by the scattered, dimly lit street lamps. Clearly, it was still the middle of the

was

it developing a knack for wreaking havoc around the house. On several recent occasions, she had found the rascal

so be it. After all, owning a dog meant having to sacrifice some

lifted the blanket over her

something seemed off about the sounds emanating from the living room.

soft rustling noises, footsteps could be heard. This was definitely not a sound that a small dog could produce.

instant. Her first instinct was to reach

a while, and she had just turned down Adrian’s offer to fix it earlier

of this event couldn’t have been

suddenly remembered. My phone! She had left it on the coffee table in the living room

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footsteps had faded away, replaced by the frantic noise of someone rummaging

Gr…

was White Coat!

of a stranger in the house, beginning to emit a

low hum of the warning signal morphed into a high–pitched, piercing

pain. The puppy’s cries

for a few seconds, yet the terrified cries

floor, gently and

that moment, a bolt of lightning streaked across the