His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 649 I Did Not Mean It 

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She realized it was too late to come up with another excuse, so she hastily fabricated one. Fortunately, Blaine and others assumed she had not seen her husband for a long time and had some private matters to discuss with him. They all understandingly smiled and left. 

Only then did Lysander hurriedly lead Josiah away. As they passed by a field ridge, she whispered to him, “That ditch down there is where everyone usually dumps their wastewater. If you feel like throwing up, you can go there-” 

Before she could finish speaking, Josiah had already rushed to the side, bending over to retch violently. 

Lysander gently patted his back, helping him catch his breath, and sighed. “Your stomach is accustomed to refined food. It simply can’t handle the food here. I noticed it when you were eating wild vegetables before. I wanted to advise you to eat less, but you stubbornly kept swallowing to maintain your composure.” 

Josiah didn’t have the chance to respond to her scolding because he was crouched on the ground, enduring another round of vomiting. 

After an indeterminate amount of time had passed, Josiah finally managed to stand up again, his forehead slick with cold sweat. 

Under the moonlight, Lysander carefully scrutinized him, noticing his pale face. Her tone softened as she urged, “Josiah, you should go back. You don’t belong in this world.” 

“I’m not going back.” Josiah’s voice was hoarse from exhaustion, but he remained resolute. “This is your world, so it’s mine, too.” 

He had made up his mind. Even though his steps began to waver on the edge of the field, he still refused to leave. 

Lysander felt helpless. On their way back to the health center, they took a detour to the only convenience store in the village to get two packets of instant noodles. 

When they pushed open the dorm door, the nurses were still not back from the outpatient department at the front. 

Lysander pulled the light cord. Turning to Josiah, she said, “Don’t pretend to be tough. Just sit on my bed. You’ve already done so during the day, anyway.” 

The dorm’s light bulb cast a dim, yellowish glow, making Josiah’s face appear even more frail. He nodded and sat down as instructed, seemingly drained of the strength to even speak, his face alarmingly pale. 

Once Josiah felt less queasy, Lysander used the immersion heater to boil a pot of hot water. She efficiently unwrapped a packet of instant noodles, placed them in a bowl, and poured the hot water over them. She then secured the lid and said in a soft voice, “Though instant noodles aren’t healthy, they’re better than letting you go hungry.” 

The enticing aroma of instant noodles quickly filled the dorm. 

Josiah didn’t have much of an appetite, but he knew he couldn’t let himself go hungry due to his gastritis. He accepted the bowl handed to him by Lysander and managed to eat just under half of it. Only then did his complexion improve from its previous unpleasant state. 

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Lysander noticed there was still quite a bit of instant noodles left, but she didn’t rush Josiah to continue eating. Instead, she simply asked, “How are you feeling now?” 

Josiah emphasized, “I told you I’m fine. I’m probably just unable to adapt to a new environment yet. I’ll adjust soon.” 

“If you still don’t feel well, you must let me know. I’ll go ahead and get some gastric medicine for you. Food poisoning can be a minor or major issue. If you end up vomiting and having diarrhea, you could easily become dehydrated and suffer from electrolyte imbalance. The medical facilities here are quite limited.” 

“All right,” said Josiah. “I’ll try my best not to cause the health center any trouble.” 

“I didn’t mean it that way.” 

Josiah said, “I know.” 

With a sigh, Lysander started cleaning up the instant noodle packaging. 

After that, none of them continued the conversation. Even Josiah’s nod was so subtle as if he was afraid to shatter the rare tranquility that surrounded them. 

One of them was resting while the other was tidying up the dorm. Even though they were each doing their own thing, they coexisted in perfect harmony. 

When the nurses returned to check on the situation and saw this scene, they couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. They stood by the door, watching the two of them. The sight of a handsome man and a beautiful woman sharing a room was indeed a pleasing sight. 

It wasn’t until Josiah felt somewhat rejuvenated and wanted to engage in conversation with Lysander again that he turned and noticed them. 

The nurse leading the group, Astrid, was closest to Lysander. She greeted enthusiastically, “Mr. Guerra, are you here to see Dr. Thorne?” 

Lysander was startled by the sudden remark. She quickly turned and explained, “He has something to discuss with me. After this, he will-” 

“We all get it,” Astrid interrupted Lysander, winking at her. Clearly, she had misunderstood and cut off what Lysander was about to say. 

Josiah didn’t want to put Lysander in a difficult position, so he unsteadily rose to his feet and said, “It’s getting late. I should head back to Mr. Alvarez’s place.” 

He couldn’t possibly live with Lysander and the nurses, so the best outcome was for him to take the initiative to excuse himself and willingly move into the vacant house at Blaine’s place. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Upon seeing the situation, Astrid became even more anxious. “Don’t! We just came back to get the poker cards.” 

Lysander was puzzled. “What are you doing with the poker cards?” 

“We’re playing cards in the front duty room,” Astrid explained as she walked in and began rummaging through her luggage. “The duty room has a table and a bed. The three of us agreed that we must celebrate today, given the donations the health center received.” 

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After Astrid finished her statement, she picked up the deck of cards and exited the dorm, chuckling alongside the nurses who went there with her. “You two have been apart for so long. I’m sure you have plenty of intimate conversations to catch up on tonight. We won’t disturb you,” she said. 

Lysander was taken aback. Just as she was about to explain, she saw them trotting away into the distance. 

her in a hoarse voice, “What should we do 

Josiah slowly turned his head to look at Lysander and ask? 

now?” 

He glanced around the dorm, realizing that if he wanted to stay the night, he’d probably have to sleep on the floor. However, if it meant he could be near Lysander, he wouldn’t mind sleeping on the uneven red bricks. 

The situation was already crystal clear at that point. Everyone in the village had implicitly acknowledged the marital relationship between Lysander and Josiah. 

Lysander considered the effort it would take to explain everything clearly and, with a long sigh, said, “Tonight, you sleep in my bed. I’ll sleep in another nurse’s bed. Let’s just make do for tonight. In case your gastritis flares up again, there’ll be someone around to help. 

Patients would always receive special treatment, and that day, Josiah genuinely made a significant contribution to the village. 

Out of respect for the medicine that Josiah had brought, Lysander not only gave up her own bed for him but also shared a set of her spare toiletries with him. 

The village didn’t offer much in terms of nightlife. Both of them, having had a tiring day, didn’t indulge in personal chit–chat, as the nurses had assumed. Instead, they turned off the lights early and went to bed for some much–needed rest. 

Lysander had already grown accustomed to sleeping on the bunk bed there, and before long, she fell into a deep sleep, her breaths long and steady. 

In contrast, Josiah found his situation considerably more excruciating. The beds, which were just the right size for the girls, were far too short for him. He had no choice but to curl up to sleep. The single blanket was even worse, covering his shoulders but leaving his feet exposed, forcing him to curl up into a shrimp- like shape. 

Moreover, the bunk bed was essentially a layer of wooden plank topped with a thin mattress. He had never slept on such a hard bed before, and the night wind made it impossible for him to fall asleep. 

Josiah simply decided not to sleep. He turned over and lay on his side, using the moonlight streaming in from the window to gaze at Lysander, who was not far away. 

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