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.”

of the phone, his heavy voice came through.

Saturday morning. Lysander woke up at half past six, as per her usual

habitually lit up her phone, only to discover that Zachary had sent her a message at over four in the morning.

What color are you wearing today? Reply after you

had texted that in the middle of the

dress casually, prioritizing comfort.

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

she had bought some new clothes, but not a lot.

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

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replied: White shirt, dark blue pants.

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

it. As usual, she tidied up the room and then read some academic journals,

at home.

Zachary called. “Lysander, I’m here.”

went downstairs. When she saw Zachary, she finally understood why he had specifically asked about

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

another warm

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

it to warm your hands and eat it on the way.”

to Quilton

head in embarrassment. “They don’t sell it here.

“Thank