His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 471

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.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in first class? What are you doing here

responded with a question, “What do

you get

voice

was

he asked,

“Something like that.”

and didn’t bother to change

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she was warmer, Lysander felt a bit more spirited and casually replied, “I just caught a cold. It has its cycle, and today’s

took for her to speak, Josiah sighed. “Is attending this summit

at him, “Didn’t you say

newcomers?”

Since you’re sick, you could wait another

seemed a bit late to say that now.

unwell, and her throat felt like it was splitting, so

some progress. But you’re still the same as before: you act like a lone hero at work, but in life, you’re a complete

can’t avoid

against the window, and tried to rest. After a while, she

back where? We’re on

understand such a simple matter. As

your first–class seat. I saw you and

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 we land.”

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

she argue. She was too exhausted to

reached out, lowered the window shade, and

strands of hair scattered across

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