His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 487 Do I Need To Explain Myself Lysander was feeling extremely dizzy as Josial helped her to sit up by supporting her shoulders. However, in just a blink of an eye, she found herself weakly slumping back into the couch.

Josiah cradled her head in his hand, dropping to one knee to check on her. "Lysander?" Lysander responded with a hum.

"Can you still walk?" Lysander gently shook her head, her cheek brushing against his broad palm.

It seems I really have a fever. She had always thought his body temperature was slightly higher than hers, but now his palms felt cool to her.

Without any further hesitation, Josiah removed his own clothes and wrapped her in them. Then, bending down, he scooped her up in his arms and quickly made his way out.

Upon leaving the hotel, Lysander regained sclarity from Apex City's chilly night breeze.

She groggily opened her eyes, just about to figure out where she was when a gentle touch on the back of her head made her lean onto his shoulder.

"Mr. Lanister." Josiah gave a slight nod to the middle-aged man in front of him.

Upon seeing him cradling a woman, Dillon was taken aback. "What's wrong with Tiff? Is she ill? I can let her trouble you like this, Mr. Guerra. Please, lettake care of her..." Josiah subtly stepped aside, deftly avoiding Dillon's reach.

"This isn't Tiffany." Upon hearing this, Dillon took a careful look at the woman in his arms.

Indeed, she appeared somewhat more slender and taller than Tiffany. Tiffany always liked wearing her hair up in a bun, while this woman, despite also having long hair, simply held it loosely up with a clip.

She was draped in what was clearly a man's blazer, the clothing underneath hidden from view.

Anyone might make a mistake, but a father surely wouldn't.

"Tiffany has the mind of a child, so, she found the summit boring. Since we're in Apex City, I told her to go out and have sfun. You can wait for her here if you'd like. I have smatters to attend to right now, excuse me." Josiah held Lysander as they bypassed Dillon, descending the steps toward the street.

After a moment of thought, Dillon hurriedly followed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Guerra. It must have been troublesfor you to have Tiff accompany you on your business trip." Josiah was feeling anxious, but he replied nonchalantly, "Don't worry about it." 1/4 59% Chapter 487 Do I Need To Explain Myself "Is this... Ms. Collins?" Dillon tried to recall from his memory a woman who would most likely attend the summit with Josiah and also be close enough to be receiving such care.

"Ms. Collins seems to have lost sweight. Is she feeling unwell? My driver is here. Why don't we take my car, and I'll drop you off at the hospital." Dillon expressed his intention to accompany them as he followed them out.

"It isn't Ms. Collins either," said Josiah curtly without bothering to elaborate.

Dillon was suddenly stunned, at a loss for words.

"Mr. Lanister, I appreciate the help." Dillon immediately caught on. "I'm coming. I'm coming." Josiah was carrying Lysander, his hands were occupied. "Could you please helpopen the car door, Mr. Lanister?" Without thinking. Dillon instinctively moved to open the backseat door.

"Passenger seat," Josiah said. "Please hurry." "Oh, alright then." Dillon swiftly opened the passenger side door. He watched as Josiah carefully placed her in the seat, meticulously securing the seatbelt around her.

It was only then that Dillon managed to get a clear look at the woman's face.

This isn't the Thorne girl who had caused quite a stir recently, but... she does look somewhat familiar.

For a moment. Dillon couldn't recall where he had seen her before.

to her st As Lysander sat down, her consciousness returned tightened her grip on Josiah's clothing. asking, “What are you doing now?" Annoyed, Josiah took her hand off himself and firmly tucked it into his jacket. "I'm just helping you fasten your seatbelt." Lysander furrowed her brow, shifting in pain. However, her body felt weak and utterly devoid of strength.

"Stop fidgeting. You'll catch a cold." Josiah tightened his jacket around her once more and then stepped back, smoothly closing the passenger door behind him.

Lysander clearly heard everything he said, yet her fever-clouded mind couldn't immediately grasp his intention. She strained to make sense of the scene before her, but despite her efforts, it proved futile.

In the corner of his eye, she noticed Dillon not far away.

Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his appearance was a blur to her, yet he unmistakably resembled a businessman.

2/4 .59% Chapter 487 Do I Need To Explain Myself Startled, Lysander slightly furrowed her brows and responded in a polite yet distant manner. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Guerra. Thank you." Lysander's voice was severely hoarse.

Sick as she was, she still pretended not to know him in front of others.

Cognizant of the fact, Josiah drew in a deep breath and said, "It doesn't matter. You've never thankedanyway. While other men get to enjoy the lemon juice fish you've lovingly prepared, all I cold, harsh words." get from you is Lysander's mind was a complete mess. She tried to signal him with her eyes, hinting that there were others nearby and that he should not spout such nonsense.

Josiah watched her sickly yet determined struggle and was at a loss for words. He quickly dismissed Dillon. "Mr. Lanister, let's discuss our collaboration after I'm done with my business. She's seriously ill and has to get to the hospital at once." Left with no other option, Dillon could only nod in agreement: "Alright, alright, do you need a driver, Mr. Guerra?" "No thanks. She doesn't feel comfortable with strangers around." Josiah slid into the driver's seat after opening the car door, then drove off.

As he ran a red light, Josiah stole a glance at her. She wasn't asleep this time, but she still seemed listless. She was leaning against the car, eyes half-closed. Seemingly in deep thought, she wore a vacant expression.

In his memory, there were hardly any instances when Lysander was this obedient and adorable.

"How are you feeling now?"

Lysander raised her hand to rub her eyes, and after leaving a red patch at its corners, she finally regained sof her vision. She muttered to herself, Corners, she NO "There were people around earlier. You should have in the back seat." putUpon hearing her say this, Josiah couldn't contain his irritation. "Why can't you sit in the passenger seat?" he asked.

"Whether your relationship with Tiffany is real or not, you two are still a couple in the public eye. You m understand the significance of the passenger seat, right? How will you explain this to others?" Josiah didn't seem to care much. "Since when do I need to explain myself just because I have a woman?" "Fine, as long as you don't mind being called a cheater, go ahead." Lysander closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.

Josiah let out a slight sigh of relief. "The fact that you can still argue withmeans you're getting better. When we were in the room earlier, the way you looked really scared me." Lysander still had a headache. She pressed her temples hard with her hand, frowning as she said, "I think this might be more than just a cold." She was a doctor after all.

3/4 Chapter 487 Do I Need To Explain Myself Josiah simply asked her, "Which department should I register you for when we get to the hospital?" Lysander rolled her eyes at him, clearly irritated. "At this hour, we can only go to the emergency department." "Alright."

Lysander thought back to the middle-aged man from earlier, assuming he was someone from the e summit. Who was that guy just now? He even sought you out at the hotel? Does he need something from you?" "He's Mr. Lanister, CEO of Riveron Corporation." Lysander was in a daze, and it took her quite a while to comprehend what was happening. She assumed it was a CEO she didn't know, so she chose not to comment any further.

It wasn't until Josiah added that he was Tiffany's father that her mind was blown.

"Your future father-in-law?" Josiah frowned as he rebutted her, "What are you babbling about?" Send Gifts 564