The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 202 He Lost His Nerve

At this height, she couldn’t see Zachary’s face, but she could feel his happiness just from his movements.

Turns out, being with the person you like is such a joyful thing.

Lysander suddenly found herself empathizing with Josiah. After years of patient waiting, he finally experienced the joy of Lysanne changing her mind and confessing her feelings to him. She reckoned he must have been overjoyed too at that moment.

On one hand, there was a life of neither meritorious deeds nor misdemeanors, on the other hand, there was the fulfillment of one’s heart’s desires with ecstatic joy. Given this multiple–choice question, anyone would know what to choose.

After she got home and took a bath, the phone rang.

The call was from Zachary

“Lysander, are you asleep?”

“I just took a bath. I’m getting ready to sleep. What’s up?”

“Can you call me again? I feel like I’m dreaming.”

Call?

Lysander began, “Zachary?”

“Not that. It’s…” His voice trailed off for a long time. “It’s the other word you called me at the hospital entrance today.”

Lysander understood clearly and flashed a smile. “Boyfriend.”

the phone, his heavy voice came

half past six, as per

had sent her a message at over four in

you wearing today? Reply

was somewhat puzzled as to why he had texted that in

to dress casually,

she first moved but, most of her clothes were left at Josiah’s place. She supposed

some new

she chose a rather student–like

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White shirt, dark blue pants.

a second-later, his message’came through: Got

was his only reply. Lysander was full of confusion but didn’t pay much attention to it. As usual, she tidied up the

at home.

noon, Zachary called. “Lysander, I’m

changed her clothes and went downstairs. When she saw Zachary, she finally understood why he had specifically asked about the color

was wearing a thick cotton denim jacket, underneath which was a white sweater, and a pair of denim jeans that were almost the same color as the jacket.

and stuffed another warm thing into her

touch, and a clean little plastic spoon wrapped in cling

to warm your hands and eat it on the

to Quilton

in embarrassment. “They don’t sell it

“Thank you.”