His Beloved Ex-Wife (Lysander) novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333 Make Up A Friend

“I’m telling you, England is a culinary wasteland. There’s hardly a ything tasty. We left in such a rush this time. Otherwise, I would’ve brought several large boxes of sp. es with me,” said Daphne.

Lysander chuckled lightly: Isn’t there an Ecronian restaurant?

“There is, but the variety is quite limited. It’s better back home, where you can find whatever you want

to cat.”

Lysander: What would you like to eat? We can make it ourselves.

Daphne shook her head repeatedly. “You’re still unwell. How could I possibly let you cook for me? No way.”

Lysander: I’m already capable of working. The only issue is that I can’t speak at the moment. However, preparing a meal or two isn’t a problem at all.

Daphne’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

Lysander nodded.

“Let’s hurry. We need to find a house, then go to the supermarket for groceries and cook dinner at home!” Daphne said, pulling Lysander along as she spoke. “Honestly, my dad has already arranged everything. You could stay at our place, but no, you insist on renting your own house. It’s such a hassle.”

Lysander had her own thoughts.

Due to the incident that occurred at the Everhart residence, Rufus harbored a sense of guilt toward Lysander.

However, the distance between the Everhart residence and the hospital was quite significant, making commuting a hassle. Besides, she had her own convictions to uphold.

Daphne understood Lysander’s temperament well. When Lysander refused, she didn’t say anything.

Suddenly, Daphne’s phone rang.

Daphne glanced at the caller ID and picked up the phone. “Adrian?”

She mouthed to Lysander. “It’s Adrian.”

Lysander nodded, indicating that she understood.

“Ah, all-right, I understand. However, I suspect she… Okay, okay, fine, I’ll ask her then.” Daphne covered the receiver, asking, “Adrian mentioned that a friend of his owns a house right next to the hospital. His friend is currently out of the country, leaving the house vacant. He suggested that we could stay there.”

Lysander slightly furrowed her brows. A friend? Did he make up that friend?

friend.

Indeed, it was quite close to the hospital, only about a seven to eight-minute walk away.

Moreover, it was a peaceful haven amidst the hustle and bustle. The location was excellent.

Daphne retrieved a key from the mailbox nestled within the flower garden and unlocked the door.

She had braced herself, expecting the place, long uninhabited by anyone, to carry an unpleasant scent. However, reality proved otherwise.

The room had been meticulously cleaned. Not a speck of dust was in sight. A subtle floral scent even lingered in the air.

“Wow, this house is quite impressive!” Daphne was the first to step inside. She strolled around the room. “This person has quite good taste. The interior decor is quite artistic.”

Lysander turned to the direction her friend was pointing at.

On the wall behind the couch hung a massive oil painting.

The oil painting depicted the silhouette of a young girl strolling along a campus pathway blanketed with golden leaves.