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.”

“It’s not a significant amount; no need for

don’t want to owe you any favors; that’s how Adrain and I always settled things,” Lysander spoke

with Adrian He continued his mire mowing firmer “We raised the rodall kitten together; I have

without a ready response to

Why don’t you spend some

the items in

from the bag. These items were all from well–known pet brands, clearly not the sort of goods one could simply pick up on

was about to examine the items more closely, a nutritious meal was

damp, seemed to have been

say you were making

before turning and heading

an additional person at home. She reasoned that Josiah’s involvement in the kitchen alongside Martha wouldn’t disturb her. After finishing her dinner, she took her Ragdoll kitten to the study to

the time she concluded her tasks, it was quite late. Lysander massaged her stiff neck as she left the study. Noticing that the light was

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

bland–looking food,

the dubious dish, memories of her culinary adventures in Stounia creeping back. She took a

be lemon butter fish,” Josiah replied, standing uncertainly at the edge of the banquet table, debating whether to set down

a throbbing headache in Lysander. She lowered her head and murmured,

dining table so extravagantly filled

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

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 practice makes perfect. I just

to express her thoughts and