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.

open

the

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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taken care of White Coat for such a long time, so how could

Lysander in a difficult position, he steeled his heart and

his pet to the vet for vaccinations. He hadn’t expected it

spoke to Lysander. “I’ll

bade him farewell.

the door, he couldn’t help but add a reminder. “The weather forecast said there might be a thunderstorm tonight. Make sure you close the windows before

Lysander replied succinctly, not wanting to utter

door closed with a soft click.

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

subtle rustling noises from the living room forced

window, the world was still cloaked in an inky darkness, illuminated only by the scattered, dimly lit street lamps. Clearly, it was

White Coat was causing a fuss again.

signs of it developing a knack for wreaking havoc around the house.

it had to chew, then so be it. After

blanket over her ears, intending to

moment, something seemed off about

not a

traces of drowsiness gone in an instant. Her first instinct was to reach for the switch by her bed. However, despite a faint click, the room remained shrouded in

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

this event couldn’t

My phone! She had left it on the coffee table in the living room the previous night and had forgotten to bring

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had faded away, replaced by the frantic noise of someone rummaging through things.

Gr…

was White Coat!

in the house, beginning to

the warning signal

had been kicked and was in pain. The puppy’s cries were sharp and

waited for a few seconds, yet the terrified cries from

no longer. Barefoot, she stepped onto the cold floor, gently and carefully pulling the bedroom door open just a

moment, a bolt of lightning streaked across the