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.

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

over his lap, Josiah responded with

did you get

no point in pretending otherwise, especially since her voice was thick with congestion.

voice was raspy.

he asked, “Did you stay up late reviewing

“Something like that.”

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

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Down By Illness

spirited and casually replied, “I just caught

speak, Josiah sighed. “Is attending this

at him, “Didn’t you say

newcomers?”

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

bit late

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

same as before: you act like a lone hero at work, but in life, you’re a complete rookie who can’t even take care of

capable people can’t

argument with one sentence, leaned back against the window, and tried to rest. After a while, she opened her heavy eyelids

“Go back where? We’re on

that she couldn’t understand such a simple matter. As she insisted he leave, her voice

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

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 have an hour before we land.”

it was his turn to tell her this, though it didn’t bring him the satisfaction he expected.

she argue. She was too exhausted to muster

lowered the window shade,

strands of