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

don’t want to owe you any favors; that’s how Adrain and I always

clearly distancing himself from any comparison with Adrian He continued his mire mowing firmer “We raised the rodall kitten together; I have

a

cooking from Martha. Why don’t you spend some time with the Kitten? It’s been looking at its toy for quite some time now,

ragdoll kitten was playfully circling the items in the shopping bag, almost ready to leap

pet supplies from the bag. These items were all from well–known pet brands, clearly not

examine the items more

rolled up to his elbows and his hands still damp, seemed to have been engrossed in the culinary efforts. Noticing Lysander’s hesitation to speak, he explained, “This was

say you were making cat food?” Lysander inquired,

a light chuckle before turning and heading

past few days, Lysander had grown accustomed to having an additional person at home. She reasoned that Josiah’s involvement in the kitchen alongside Martha

left the study. Noticing that the

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

carrying a plate of particularly bland–looking food, his face ashen. He placed it on

dish, memories of her culinary adventures in Stounia creeping back. She

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

of the dish triggered a throbbing headache in Lysander. She lowered her head and murmured, “It’s so

never seen her dining

to learn cooking from Martha. Initially, I wanted to master the dishes she prepared for

dining table, which even he had to admit looked rather pitiful. With a tone of resignation, he concluded, “The result might not be

She struggled to find a polite way to express her