The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 432 The Air Is Filled With Tension

Josiah? What’s he doing here?

Lysander took another look at the kindly–looking lady standing in front of her. Her face was unfamiliar, yet her efficient and quick movements reminded Lysander somewhat of Eleanor.

Is she a housekeeper? Then who’s the new neighbort

“Aiden, do we have any aspirin at home?” another voice called out, sounding strained.

“You just moved in, how could everything be perfectly in place? Just wait a bit, Josiah, I’ll call for an errand runner for you.”

“Hurry up, my head is killing me.” The weariness in Josiah’s voice was more pronounced than it had been at the billiard lounge, impossible to overlook.

In her moment of hesitation. Aiden emerged from the neighboring doorway, glancing around before his eyes fell on the unfolding scene. “Martha, what’s taking you so long- he began, but his words trailed off as he caught sight of his surroundings, inhaling sharply. “Adrian? What are you doing here? You… Were you with Lysander last night?”

Martha chuckled lightly, adding to the confusion, “So, you two know each other?”

Aiden, looking flustered, asked in a whisper filled with urgency, “Adrian, weren’t you in Stounia?”

Adrian replied calmly, “I just got back last night.”

“You came straight here after returning? Did you also spend the night at Lysander’s place?”

Martha interjected with a laugh, “They’re a married couple, after all. There’s nothing unusual about them sleeping together.”

Aiden appeared visibly agitated, stamping his foot as he exclaimed, “Martha, please, no more talking! Isn’t it chaotic enough already? You should hurry back to the kitchen, go on, quickly now.”

Aiden seemed close to tears at the misunderstanding. They’re not the ones who are married!

Lysander, feeling her face pale, hastily pushed away Adrian’s arm and steadied herself against the door frame, slipping her shoes on with trembling hands.

he addressed Aiden, “You go ahead,

murmured an

mansion that Mom and Dad bought

posed the question to Aiden, who wore a look of disbelief before gathering his composure. “Previously, Josiah had a project nearby. Madam Susan had trouble sleeping, and he didn’t want his late returns to disturb her. So, he asked me to find a suitable house for him. I ended up renting this place. Yesterday, he drank too much, so I brought him

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spoke, his eyes flickering back and forth

Adrian is with Lysander, what would

home clothes, his face more haggard and pale than usual, betraying his

there really is no one,” Aiden hastily tried to deflect, but

doorstep early in the morning. His expression, already sour, darkened further,

an even–tempered gaze, casually remarking, “Mr. Guerra, have you

his piercing stare carrying an unmistakable sharpness, accentuated by the bloodshot look in his eyes that hinted at his fatigue or perhaps

approached carrying a bottle of medicine, which she handed over

arched an eyebrow inquisitively. “What is this?”

one tablet at a time,” she

long look, his expression

eager to ease the tension, gratefully took the medicine,

a strong scent of alcohol still lingering on Josiah, furrowed her brows with concern, “You were at the billiard lounge quite late last night. Why did you go out drinking so much? And so late?”

that he had either been drinking heavily or had

have my work schedule to maintain. Some matters involve company

aback by his harsh tone, was the first to look away, feeling an awkward tension in the

himself between Lysander and Josiah, trying to diffuse the situation. “Let’s set aside work discussions for now. It appears it will be a while before the housekeeper finishes preparing breakfast. Why don’t you join us for a meal? I’ve prepared quite a bit; it would be a shame to waste

air was filled with tensión.

shiver down his spine, hurriedly interjecting, “No, no, Martha is just about to

sardonic half–smile, his eyes studying Adrian intently for a moment before he