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.

in first class?

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

did you get

point in pretending otherwise, especially since her voice was thick with congestion. She had to be honest, “It’s nothing, just a

was

as he asked, “Did

“Something like that.”

her and didn’t bother

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just caught a cold. It has its cycle, and today’s

Josiah sighed. “Is attending this summit worth

you say this summit is a rare

newcomers?”

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

a bit late to say that

throat felt like it was splitting, so she

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

people can’t avoid getting a cold.”

against the window, and tried to rest. After a while, she opened her heavy eyelids and

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

a simple matter. As she insisted he leave, her voice

and Tiffany at

expression was complicated. Seeing her, so tired she couldn’t 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

She was too exhausted to muster any

shade, and adjusted the blanket over her.

stray strands