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.

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

Josiah responded with a question, “What

get like this?”

her voice was thick with congestion. She

was

as he asked, “Did you stay

“Something like that.”

her and didn’t bother to change his

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and casually replied, “I just caught

how much effort it took for her to speak, Josiah sighed.

you say

newcomers?”

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

a bit late

was splitting, so she didn’t

Josiah started rambling, “I thought you’d have made some progress. But you’re still the same as before: you act like a lone hero at work, but

people can’t avoid getting a

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

We’re on a plane. Should I jump off?”

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

saw you and Tiffany at the boarding gate. You left her alone?”

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

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

nor did she argue. She was too exhausted to muster any energy. She’d

shade, and adjusted the

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