The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 682 Seeking Matrimony

Lysander found it adorable and squatted down to pet its cad. Amidst the soft purring, she said, “They say people who keep pets at home are particularly attractive to small animals. I never thought it would be true.”

She hadn’t spent time with her own cat for quite a while. As she looked at the lion cat in front of her, she suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of guilt toward it, a faint glimmer of remorse evident in her eyes.

“Had I known so much would happen later on, I really shouldn’t have adopted a pet by impulse. Looking back, I have truly let down White Coat and the kitten you gave me. White Coat is in a better situation with Dr. Sutton taking care of it. He loves animals, so I’m sure it is in good hands. As for the kitten, I wonder how it is doing?”

Before her departure, Lysander had already exerted a great deal of effort to ensure that everything concerning those around her was taken care of. She didn’t mention anything about the kitten at home, purely because she knew Josiah would look after it. At that time, she never imagined that they would meet again so soon.

Upon hearing her address Adrian as Dr. Sutton, a wave of joy washed over Josiah. He replied warmly, “Don’t worry, the Ragdoll kitten is being well taken care of. Before I left, I picked it up from the pet store and handed it over to my mother. She was delighted when she saw it, saying it was like having another child in the house.”

“I’m glad to hear that Madam Susan can also some company.”

Lysander gently scratched the Chausie’s chin, feeling as if she had put another worry to rest. She took the opportunity to lift the cat for a quick check–up. Seeing that it was healthy and had even been neutered, she then set it free.

Josiah watched her interact with the Chausie with great interest before saying, “The cat at home has everything it needs now. It just lacks a name. How about you give it one?”

Over a month had passed, and the once palm–sized kitten had grown into a fluffy ball of fur, so plush it could serve as a scarf.

“Did you not name it?” Lysander asked, somewhat surprised.

Naming something implies a bond. She had always thought she was only temporarily taking care of the Ragdoll kitten. She planned to give it back to Josiah once they stopped contacting each other. Unexpectedly, not only did they not sever their ties, but it also grew deeper.

really was a case of fate playing tricks

nice name, but I’m not really creative

Lysander fell silent.

to take White Coat to the pet store for grooming, she was often met with looks of surprise from the staff who handled the registrations. Almost every one of them would double–check with her to confirm White Coat’s name.

to explain it plainly. The other party wouldn’t comment further but this was enough to show how unusual the net’s name was

“I’m really not that good at naming them, you know. Even White Coat was

You can name it whatever you want.”

a cute little

like the name belongs

When the spot to ask for a sign

deities. Seeing the two of them as first–time visitors, he took the initiative to approach and guide them. “If you wish to draw a sign, simply kneel on the cushion and silently recite your wish in your heart, then shake the container. The interpretation of the signs is on the wall,” he

the side and said, “They are all numbered. If you want to draw a sign, just put some money into the donation box or you can use the QR code

charity box was updated to keep up with the times, now featuring a QR

pay for Lysander’s portion as well. However, he heard her say, “I think it’s better if we pay separately. Otherwise, what if the deity thinks both wishes were made by you?” Her point made sense,

on the cushion. She thought of her family, her deceased child, and her foster father who had passed away. She didn’t pray for herself, but wished for

she shook the container, a sign fell out. It was labeled

said, “You’re quite lucky. That’s a very auspicious sign.

the slip of paper that contained Lysander’s interpretation

seemed to bring her comfort as she carefully folded it

was his turn to draw, his mind was filled with thoughts of her, resulting in him drawing an average

Lysander softly said, “Even though I’m not sure what you’re seeking, didn’t you

were certainly expressed in a unique

number twenty–two. It’s a mediocre sign but not too bad,” the elder consoled him