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.

supposed to be in first class? What are you doing here

responded

get like

especially since her voice was thick with congestion. She had to be

was

staring into her eyes as he asked, “Did you stay up late reviewing

“Something like that.”

didn’t bother to

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caught a cold. It

much effort it took for her to speak, Josiah sighed. “Is

him, “Didn’t you say this summit is a

newcomers?”

you. Since you’re sick, you could wait another day. It wouldn’t affect your schedule, as the

late

was splitting, so she didn’t want

Josiah started rambling, “I thought you’d have made some progress. But you’re still the same as before: you act like a lone hero at

people can’t avoid getting a cold.”

one sentence, leaned back against the window, and tried to rest. After a while, she opened her heavy eyelids and murmured, “You should go

We’re on a plane. Should I jump

a simple matter. As she insisted he leave, her

back to your first–class seat. I saw you and Tiffany at the boarding

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

tell her this, though it didn’t bring

she argue. She was too exhausted to muster any

the window shade, and adjusted the blanket over

face was half–hidden in the blanket, and a few stray strands of hair scattered across her forehead. She looked uneasy even in