His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 487 Do I Need To Explain Myself

Lysander was feeling extremely dizzy as Josial helped her to sit up by supporting her shoulders. However, in just a blink of an eye, she found herself weakly slumping back into the couch.

Josiah cradled her head in his hand, dropping to one knee to check on her. “Lysander?”

Lysander responded with a hum.

“Can you still walk?”

Lysander gently shook her head, her cheek brushing against his broad palm.

It seems I really have a fever. She had always thought his body temperature was slightly higher than hers, but now his palms felt cool to her.

Without any further hesitation, Josiah removed his own clothes and wrapped her in them. Then, bending down, he scooped her up in his arms and quickly made his way out.

Upon leaving the hotel, Lysander regained some clarity from Apex City’s chilly night breeze.

She groggily opened her eyes, just about to figure out where she was when a gentle touch on the back of her head made her lean onto his shoulder.

“Mr. Lanister.”

Josiah gave a slight nod to the middle–aged man in front of him.

Upon seeing him cradling a woman, Dillon was taken aback. “What’s wrong with Tiff? Is she ill? I can let her trouble you like this, Mr. Guerra. Please, let me take care of her…”

Josiah subtly stepped aside, deftly avoiding Dillon’s reach.

“This isn’t Tiffany.”

Upon hearing this, Dillon took a careful look at the woman in his arms.

Indeed, she appeared somewhat more slender and taller than Tiffany. Tiffany always liked wearing her hair up in a bun, while this woman, despite also having long hair, simply held it loosely up with a clip.

She was draped in what was clearly a man’s blazer, the clothing underneath hidden from view.

Anyone might make a mistake, but a father surely wouldn’t.

“Tiffany has the mind of a child, so, she found the summit boring. Since we’re in Apex City, I told her to go out and have some fun. You can wait for her here if you’d like. I have some matters to attend to right now,

excuse me.”

Josiah held Lysander as they bypassed Dillon, descending the steps toward the street.

After a moment of thought, Dillon hurriedly followed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Guerra. It must have been troublesome for you to have Tiff accompany you on your business trip.”

he replied nonchalantly, “Don’t worry about

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this… Ms.

his memory a woman who would most likely attend the

she feeling unwell? My driver is here. Why don’t we take my car, and I’ll drop you off at

his intention to accompany them as he followed them out.

isn’t Ms. Collins either,” said Josiah curtly without bothering to

suddenly stunned, at a loss

appreciate the help.”

caught on. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”

Lysander, his hands were occupied. “Could you please help

Dillon instinctively moved to open the backseat door.

said. “Please hurry.”

“Oh, alright then.”

the passenger side door. He watched as Josiah carefully placed her in the seat, meticulously

get a clear look

isn’t the Thorne girl who had caused quite a stir recently, but… she

recall where he had seen

to her st

sat down, her consciousness returned tightened her grip

tucked it into

pain. However, her body felt weak and utterly devoid of

You’ll catch a cold.” Josiah tightened his jacket around her once more and then stepped

he said, yet her fever–clouded mind couldn’t immediately grasp his intention. She strained to make sense of

of his eye, she noticed

suit and leather shoes, his appearance was a blur to her, yet he unmistakably resembled a

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furrowed her brows and responded in a polite yet distant manner. “I’m

voice was severely

pretended not to know him in

fact, Josiah drew in a deep breath and said, “It doesn’t matter. You’ve never thanked me anyway. While other men get to enjoy the lemon

get from

you is

mind was a complete mess. She tried to signal him with her eyes, hinting that there were others nearby and that he should not

determined struggle and was at a loss for words. He quickly dismissed Dillon. “Mr. Lanister, let’s discuss our collaboration after I’m done with my business. She’s seriously ill and has to get to

other option, Dillon could only nod in agreement: “Alright, alright, do you need a driver, Mr. Guerra?”