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 economy?”

hands crossed over his lap, Josiah responded with a question, “What do

get

since her voice was thick with congestion. She had

was

staring into her eyes as he asked,

“Something like that.”

didn’t

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“I just caught a cold. It has its

how much effort it took for her to speak, Josiah sighed. “Is attending this summit

question back at him, “Didn’t you say

newcomers?”

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

late to say that

like it was splitting, so she didn’t want to

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

can’t avoid getting a cold.”

window, and tried to rest. After a while, she opened

understand. “Go back where? We’re on a plane. Should

understand such a simple matter. As she insisted he

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

keep her 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 sleep. We still

her this, though it didn’t bring him the satisfaction

she argue. She was too exhausted to muster any energy. She’d been

shade, and adjusted the blanket over

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