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.

be in first class? What are you doing here in

his hands crossed over his lap, Josiah responded with a question,

did you get

otherwise, especially since her voice was thick with congestion. She had to be honest, “It’s

voice was raspy.

into her eyes as he asked, “Did you stay

“Something like that.”

clearly didn’t believe her and didn’t bother to change his

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Struck Down By Illness

felt a bit more spirited and casually replied, “I just caught a cold.

took for her to speak, Josiah sighed.

the question back at him, “Didn’t you say this summit

newcomers?”

had a reason to argue, “I said before that I could take you. Since you’re sick, you could wait

late

and her throat felt like it was splitting, so she didn’t want to

still the same as before: you act like a lone hero at

people can’t

to rest. After a while, she opened her heavy eyelids

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

just tired, not so confused that she couldn’t understand such a

first–class seat. I saw you and Tiffany at the boarding gate. You left

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 sleep.

his turn to tell her this, though it

respond, nor did she argue. She was too exhausted to muster

the window shade, and adjusted the blanket over

the blanket, and a few stray strands of hair scattered across her forehead. She looked uneasy even