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.

to be in first class? What are you doing

crossed over his lap, Josiah responded with a

get like

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

voice was raspy.

as he asked, “Did

“Something like that.”

clearly didn’t believe her and didn’t

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casually replied, “I just caught a cold. It has its cycle, and today’s

her to speak, Josiah sighed. “Is attending this summit worth it when

you say

newcomers?”

said before that I could take you. Since you’re sick, you could wait another day. It wouldn’t affect your schedule, as the summit isn’t just one day.”

late to say

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

like a

can’t avoid getting a

one sentence, leaned back against the window, and tried to rest. After a while, she opened

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

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

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

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 have an hour before

though it didn’t

exhausted to muster any energy. She’d been so tired lately.

the window shade, and adjusted

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