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.

first

crossed over his lap, Josiah responded with a

did you get like

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

was

as he asked, “Did

“Something like that.”

didn’t bother

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

it took for her to speak, Josiah sighed. “Is attending this summit worth it when you’re

“Didn’t you say this summit is a

newcomers?”

you. Since you’re sick, you could wait another day. It wouldn’t affect your

seemed a bit late to say that now.

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

progress. But you’re still the same as before: you act like a lone hero at work, but in life, you’re a complete rookie who can’t

most capable people can’t avoid getting a

rest. After a while, she

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

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

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

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

this, though it didn’t bring him the

exhausted to muster

out, lowered the window shade, and adjusted the blanket

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