His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 683 Accepting A Lost Bet

Lysander opened her mouth and paused for a it but said nothing in the end.

As they spoke, they had already stepped out of the small church’s outermost door, returning to the street.

The parade had come to an end, yet the streets were just as busy, filled with various street vendors. It was said that the influx of tourists that year had attracted an unusually high number of vendors, so much so that the designated areas for setting up stalls were no longer sufficient.

Lysander felt nonplussed about what happened, but the lively atmosphere quickly eased her mood.

When Josiah was in Harborbrook, he had visited the night markets before. However, this was his first time at a bustling market like this, where vendors sold all kinds of goods. He was instantly dazzled and couldn’t help but express his amazement.

“If Nilou’s father were to set up a stall here, he’d surely sell many of his crafts. But I’ve bought all their straw origami stock, so I doubt they have any left.”

“There’s no need to feel any regret.” Lysander’s voice grew more solemn as she thought of the villagers. “We’ve managed to get through the recent troubles, but as long as Dillon and his men aren’t brought to justice, the crisis in the village remains unresolved. There would be no mood for festivities, let alone setting up stalls. Naturally, protecting their homes becomes the top priority.”

Upon hearing these words, Josiah suddenly realized that he had overlooked something previously. His gaze sharpened as he said, “Indeed, those who don’t plan ahead will find trouble at their doorstep.”

The world he lived in was starkly different from this place. The boundaries between them couldn’t be broken by merely living there for a few days.

Lysander looked up at him.

The expression on Josiah’s face appeared rather solemn.

The casual attitude that had been present earlier, when they were eager to join the festivities and pay their respects to the deities, was now diminished. Instead, a subtle sense of worry prevailed.

Suddenly, Lysander found herself uncertain. She had inadvertently toppled a golden boy from his lofty pedestal, bringing him back down to earth. He was now aware of a world with which he had never before interacted with.

she found it quite challenging to adapt to the lifestyle of the

subconscious reactions that increasingly made her feel out of place

turned. Josiah should be

that you could actually stay here for more than three days.”

not only stay the course but also actively empathize

took advanta softly asked while looking at the candied fruit stall not far away clean?”

even remembering her tendency to have low blood sugar if she skipped breakfast. As for the bag of breadsticks wrapped

village allowed him to learn that frugality was

in our school days. Daphne

truly

snacks she had glanced at while they were walking. He handed her candied fruit, licorice candy, a local specialty, and homemade lemon curd pie.

had practically no packaging to speak of. Upon purchase, they were simply wrapped in a sheet of paper and held in hand. They didn’t taste exceptionally good, but there was a certain natural

Lysander savored the licorice candy, she suddenly asked helplessly, “Can you really finish all of this?”

only bought one of each

lunch later, her gaze fell on an old woman running a stall, and

her was notably worn out. Her business was faring poorly, perhaps due to

glanced at the duck eggs in the basket. She asked, “Grandma, how much

of hearing, taking a moment before she responded in a shaky voice,

was so low it was

like pickled duck eggs. Upon getting a good look at the old woman, he instantly

old woman cheerfully said, “Feel free to choose. These eggs are all laid by our home–raised ducks, which grew up eating grass in the

We’ll take them all, together with your basket. I’ve always wanted one like this,” Josiah declared, sweeping his arm grandly and buying everything in sight.

didn’t even reach twenty. Even if one were to include the price of the

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