His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 680

Chapter 680 A Gentle Touch

The following morning, her biological clock almost failed her. It was the sound of Josiah freshening up that roused her from sleep.

After a day of rest, the exhaustion from the day before finally revealed itself. No sooner had she sat up than a wave of fatigue and backache washed over her, as if she’d been run over by a truck.

It’s time I focus on strengthening my body and exercising more.

Upon hearing the noise from outside, Josiah hurriedly emerged from the bathroom, apologizing, “I’m sorry if I woke you. I intended to wake you only after I finished freshening up!

Lysander had slept rather soundly that night, so much so that she almost overslept. Upon hearing his voice, it felt as though she was still in a dream, until the bustling sounds from the nearby street reached her ears.

The next moment, the sound of fireworks, which had become a rarity in the city, began to resonate.

Bewildered, Lysander gazed toward the direction of the curtains, only speaking once the noise had subsided. “Seems like the festival of the deities has started.”

Josiah’s eardrums throbbed with pain. He had never imagined that the festival of the deities was such a grand affair,

As a child, Lysander had visited her hometown with Maverick a few times, gaining some understanding of the local customs. When it was time to leave, she shared a few more insights with Josiah.

“The festival of the deities originally started as a ritual. In my hometown, they would mark its beginning with fireworks, welcoming the deities. The front desk lady mentioned yesterday that the parade should be starting soon.”

Josiah had never seen it before. Initially, he just wanted to spend time with Lysander. But at that moment, he was genuinely intrigued by it.

The two casually grabbed a bag of breadsticks from a breakfast stall near the hotel, then headed together toward the street where the festival of the deities was being held. Along the way, the streets were teeming with tourists, even more bustling than the wholesale mall they had visited the day before.

height, Josiah held a breadstick in one hand while keeping Lysander close with the

to the side, finished the breadstick in her hand, and said, “I’m

eaten two

bag and shifted it to the crook of

took the opportunity to put a little distance between them.

to the start of the parade to join the festivities. The two of them could only maintain a distance of a few inches at most. Even

was just about to hand one of the cups

can’t catch

ahead paid no attention to where he was going and ran straight into Lysander, who tried to dodge but was too slow. Seeing that she was about to be

boy, chasing after his friend, came barreling toward her. Unable to stop in time,

unexpectedly bent down to check on Lysander, and his chin ended up hitting her forehead. She had no way to avoid it, and

felt a soft sensation brush

already lifted her hand to wipe her lips. She had just eaten a breadstick and hadn’t had the chance to wipe her mouth, feeling so embarrassed she wished the ground would swallow her up. “I’m sorry. I’ll get you a

she spoke, she rummaged through her pockets fervently for what felt like an eternity. Only then did she remember that the clothes she was wearing were hastily bought the previous day, leaving her

Josiah. Suddenly, he took her hand, gently brushing the back of it–which had just grazed her lips–against his

could be considered

It isn’t convenient to keep tissues in the pocket. I can just wipe it off with

her hand for a tissue when

mother of the children didn’t brush off the situation just because they were young. Instead, she seriously took them aside and said, “Apologize to this

had carelessly run into someone, they hung their heads in remorse and

With a smile, she said, “It’s alright. Just be more careful in

repeatedly nodded/in agreement, a sight that triggered

seeing Lysander’s gentleness and the handsome man by her side, the child’s mother breathed a sigh

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