His Beloved 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 cstraight 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.

Adrian slowly withdrew his arm, maintaining his composure as he addressed Aiden, "You go ahead, I need to have a word with him." Lysander murmured an acknowledgment.

Only after Lysander had turned to leave did Adrian address the lingering questions, "What brings you here? Was the mansion that Mom and Dad bought for you not comfortable? Why would you choose to live in such a small apartment?" He 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 askedto find a suitable house for him. I ended up renting this place. Yesterday, he drank too much, so I brought him here to rest." 1/3 3521 Chapter 432 The Air Is Filled With Tension His voice softened as he spoke, his eyes flickering back and forth between Adrian and Lysander as if seeking confirmation of their relationship.

If Josiah learns that Adrian is with Lysander, what would be the fallout? In the midst of Aiden's worries, Josiah slowly stepped out from the next room, dressed in casual hclothes, his face more haggard and pale than usual, betraying his exhaustion. He furrowed his brows as he inquired, "Aiden, who are you talking to?" "No one! Josiah, there really is no one," Aiden hastily tried to deflect, but it was too late.

Josiah looked toward Adrian, who had shown up at Lysander's doorstep early in the morning. His expression, already sour, darkened further, becoming more intense as he took in the scene.

Adrian faced Josiah with an even-tempered gaze, casually remarking, “Mr. Guerra, have you recently moved into the house next door? That's quite the coincidence.

Josiah barely acknowledged the comment, his piercing stare carrying an unmistakable sharpness, accentuated by the bloodshot look in his eyes that hinted at his fatigue or perhaps irritation.

Lysander, meanwhile, approached carrying a bottle of medicine, which she handed over to him.

Josiah arched an eyebrow inquisitively. "What is this?" "Aspirin. Just take one tablet at a time,” she instructed calmly.

Josiah gave her a long look, his expression unreadable, and chose not to respond.

Aiden, eager to ease the tension, gratefully took the medicine, thanking her, "Thanks, Lysander." Lysander, detecting 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?" The smell was potent, indicating that he had either been drinking heavily or had only recently stopped.

Josiah met her gaze squarely but then turned cold as she spoke. His reply was curt, "I have my work schedule to maintain. Smatters involve company secrets, and it's not appropriate to discuss them with outsiders." Lysander, taken aback by his harsh tone, was the first to look away, feeling an awkward tension in the air. Adrian stepped slightly forward, positioning 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 shto waste it. The air was filled with tensión.

Aiden felt a cold shiver down his spine, hurriedly interjecting, "No, no, Martha is just about to finish." Josiah, shouldn't we head back?? Josiah's lips twisted into a sardonic half-smile, his eyes studying Adrian intently for a moment before he surprisingly conceded, "I'll take you up on that invitation." "He stepped confidently into Lysander's house with waiting for her to invite him in.

22:59 Mon, 3 Jun Chapter 432 The Air Is Filled With Tension Stummed by his forwardness, Alden couldn't help but ponder, What on earth is going on? Adrian, still trying to maintain hospitality, offered, “Would you like to join us as well, Alden? There's plenty of food." "You know what? Something urgent just cup, so I have to leave first!" Without another word, Aiden turned and hurried away, eager to escape the escalating tension.

Caught between his biological brother and the man who was like an t om elder brother to him both vying for the swoman's attention, Aiden knew he had to navigate the situation carefully to avoid any conflict. Inside, Josiah unceremoniously took the seat Lysander had previously used, grabbing a toasted, aromatic sandwich and beginning to eat with evident relish.

Observing his casual demeanor, Lysander was unsure of his intentions.

"Why are you standing there?" Adrian gestured toward a chair opposite Josiah, encouraging(her, "Didn't you have something to discuss with Mr. Guerra? This opportunity is perfect. Why not take the moment to talk?" With a gentle nudge, Adrian guided Lysander to sit down across from Josiah. The room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by occasional glances Josiah threw her way, Josiah, appearing genuinely famished, quickly polished off his sandwich. He then casually wiped his hands with a napkin, his casual demeanor in stark contrast to the tense atmosphere.

Adrian, standing protectively near Lysander, addressed Josiah, who was looking on indifferently. “Mr. Guerra," he started calmly, a need to clarify something. I didn't stay here overnight. I only arrived this morning. The reason I brought supplies is that the puppy requires more than just dog food. After preparing sfood for the dog, I also cooked breakfast for everyone here." White Coat, at his feet, continued to circle around him, rubbing against his legs in a display of familiarity. Nearby, a food bowl still contained suneaten chicken and carrot meatballs, Glancing sideways at the playful puppy, Josiah remained stoic, his voice devoid of warmth as he commented, "You're truly a virtuous and capable man, Dr. Sutton, perfectly suited for a career-oriented woman." Send Gifts 398 X