His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 471 Struck Down By Illness

The flight attendant had already left before Lysander opened her eyes and didn’t hear her unfinished sentence. Now, only the two of them were left staring at each other.

Looking calm, Josiah asked, “What are you looking at?”

Lysander realized it wasn’t an illusion and immediately widened her eyes. She instinctively asked, “Was that you speaking just now?”

No wonder she found the voice of the person asking for the blanket familiar.

“Of course,” Josiah chuckled as if puzzled by the question. “Who else could it be? You didn’t finish your sentence earlier. Did you also want a blanket?”

He was tall with long legs, so sitting in economy class meant he couldn’t fully stretch them out. He was forced to sit sideways with one leg crossed over the other, speaking to her in a pose that seemed casual but was actually quite uncomfortable.

Lysander pulled up her mask, muffling her voice. “Let’s wait for the flight attendant to come back.”

The flight attendant returned swiftly, handing over a blanket to Josiah.

“Thank you.”

Lysander quickly said, “Excuse me, could I also…”

Josiah casually draped the blanket over her, saying, “Here’s the blanket you wanted.”

“You should use it. I’ll ask for another one.”

“It was meant for you,” Josiah said, frowning at her haggard appearance. “It’s only been a few days, and you’ve gotten so sick?”

“It was unexpected.”

The blanket did help warm her up a bit.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in first class? What are you

crossed over his lap, Josiah responded with a question,

did you get

her voice was thick with congestion. She had to be honest,

voice was raspy.

as he asked,

“Something like that.”

didn’t believe her and didn’t bother to change his expression.

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Struck Down

was warmer, Lysander felt a bit more spirited and casually replied, “I just caught a cold. It has its cycle, and today’s the worst day.

it took for her to speak, Josiah sighed. “Is attending this summit worth it

“Didn’t you say this summit is a rare opportunity

newcomers?”

could take you. Since you’re sick, you

bit late to say that

it was splitting, so she didn’t want to argue pointlessly.

have made some progress. But you’re still the same as before: you act like a lone hero at work, but in life, you’re a complete

most capable people can’t avoid getting a cold.”

tried to rest. After a while, she opened her heavy eyelids and murmured, “You should

not to understand. “Go back where? We’re on a

such a simple matter.

you and Tiffany

eyes open, he finally gave up arguing and changed the subject, “She’s an adult. She’s flown alone many times. I’m not her father. Do I have to follow her everywhere? Go to

this, though

nor did she argue. She was too exhausted to muster any energy. She’d been

window shade,

was half–hidden in the blanket, and a few stray strands of hair scattered