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 other end of the phone, his heavy voice

half past

her phone, only to discover that Zachary had sent her a message at

What color are you wearing today? Reply after you wake up.

somewhat puzzled as to why he had texted that in the middle of the night.

dress

clothes were left at Josiah’s place. She supposed they had all been thrown away by

new clothes, but not a

to Harborbrook University today, she chose a rather student–like outfit, a

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White shirt, dark blue

his message’came through:

full of confusion but didn’t pay much attention to it. As usual, she tidied up

at home.

Zachary called. “Lysander, I’m

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

was a white sweater, and a pair of denim jeans that were almost the same color

over and stuffed another

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

it to warm your hands and eat it on

go to Quilton again?”

head in embarrassment. “They don’t sell it here. No worries. I

“Thank you.”