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.”

end of the phone, his heavy voice

woke up at half past six, as per her

that Zachary had sent her a message at over four in the

you wearing today?

to why he had texted

tended to dress

left at Josiah’s place. She supposed they had all

bought some new clothes, but not a

would be going to Harborbrook University today, she chose a rather student–like outfit, a white high–necked sweater paired

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White shirt, dark

a second-later, his message’came

Lysander was full of confusion but didn’t pay much attention to it. As usual, she tidied up the room and then read some academic journals, just like

at home.

Zachary called. “Lysander,

she saw Zachary, she finally understood why he had

wearing a thick cotton denim jacket, underneath which was a white sweater, and a pair

ran over and stuffed another warm thing into

an ash–roasted potato, which was still hot to the touch, and a clean little plastic spoon

hands and eat

go to Quilton

in embarrassment. “They don’t sell

“Thank