His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 593 Afraid I Might Not Have Excuses To See Your

Lysander’s attention was drawn toward the kitchen as a delicious aroma filled the air.

Martha, donned in an apron, was busy preparing meals at the counter, her hands deftly maneuvering around the ingredients laid out before her. At the same time, a dish was gently simmering in a pot on the stove, filling the room with its enticing scent.

Nearby, Josiah, dressed somewhat formally in a shirt and trousers for a kitchen setting, was observing Martha’s culinary efforts with an intense curiosity, as if the art of cooking was a mystery he was determined to unravel.

Having been lingering at the doorway for some time, Lysander noticed that neither had spotted her presence. With a slight sense of reluctance, she raised her hand and tapped lightly on the doorframe to announce her presence.

Looking toward the west side of the room, Josiah immediately reacted by heading to the entrance to fetch light coat for her, commenting. “The weather has turned chilly recently; be careful not to catch a cold.”

“I just took a hot shower; I’m really not cold.” Lysander responded, gently declining the offer of a jacket. However, when he insisted, she accepted it, holding it in her hands. Then, with a more serious tone, she inquired. “Josiah, what’s going on?”

Josiah motioned towards a pile of large and small packages scattered on the kitchen floor and began to explain in a calm voice the activities he had undertaken while she was bathing. “While you haven’t been cooking at home, the food in your fridge spoiled, so I took the liberty of discarding it. The people at the Cattery mentioned that kittens need more than just Kitten food for a balanced diet. I decided to prepare some homemade meals for the kitten. I’ve already picked up some groceries from a nearby store and even bought a few other necessities for the kitten. See that electric litter box over there? Isn’t that the one you were talking about?”

“You’re cooking for the kitten?” Lysander asked, her tone a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

Josiah didn’t answer directly but continued, “Cát toys and teasers are useful from kittenhood through to adulthood. The cat food and canned items here are all specially chosen for kittens, particularly suitable for a ragdoll with a weak disgestive system, more so than the brands typically recommended by veterinarians.

Josiah had always been proactive, and that day, after observing Joseph’s pretentious act, he felt a compelling urge to preemptively address any possible issues, sealing all potential gaps that might be exploited.

In passing, he disposed of everything that Adrian had previously purchased for the home, leaving not a trace behind.

Lysander eyed the items strewn about the floor and quickly pulled out her phone, asking. “How much? I’ll transfer the money to you right now.”

voice soft. “It’s not

owe you any favors; that’s how Adrain and

he responded, “I’m not like him,” clearly distancing himself from any comparison with Adrian He

found herself without a ready

more about cooking from Martha. Why don’t you

in the shopping bag, almost ready to

then neatly organized the pet supplies from the bag. These items were all from well–known pet brands, clearly not the sort of

examine the items more closely, a nutritious meal was placed

elbows and his hands still damp, seemed to have been

you say you were making cat food?”

light chuckle before turning and heading back to the

kitchen alongside Martha wouldn’t disturb her. After finishing her dinner, she took her Ragdoll kitten to the study to catch up on some

it was quite late. Lysander massaged her stiff neck as she left the study. Noticing that the light was still on in the dining

spectacle as if every utensil in her kitchen had been utilized. However, the appearance of the food did not match the grandeur

bland–looking food, his face ashen. He placed it

memories of her culinary adventures in Stounia creeping back. She took a sharp breath and queried,

fish,” Josiah replied, standing uncertainly at the edge of the banquet table, debating whether to

throbbing headache in Lysander. She lowered her head and

seen her dining table so extravagantly filled

set down his plate, admitting. “I’ve been trying to learn cooking from Martha. Initially, I wanted to master the dishes she prepared for your nutritious

had to admit looked rather pitiful. With a tone of resignation, he concluded, “The result might not be great, but as Martha always says, cooking is a skill where

at the fish, noting its eyes still open, staring blankly, and the meat charred to an unrecognizable state. She struggled to find a polite way to express her thoughts and finally said, “I suggest you spare yourself and these ingredients too. It’s such a waste. Your battlefield is in the business world, not the