His Beloved Ex-Wife (Lysander) novel Chapter 737

Breakfast was prepared by Eleanor. For everyone's convenience, the cups were always kept separate from the cutlery, placed on the left side. However, Josiah was an exception due to a burn on the back of his right hand. He temporarily used his left hand for utensils, so his cup was accordingly placed on the right side.

In other words, she had been using Josiah's cup, which was on her left side, while she was drinking milk just now!

The thought struck Lysander, and instantly, she snapped awake from her deep drowsiness.

She attempted to stealthily switch the two cups of milk back, but just as her fingertips grazed the rim of the cup, they brushed against the back of his hand, wrapped in gauze. Startled as if burned, she promptly withdrew her hand back to its original position.

Almost at the same time, Josiah realized his mistake of using the wrong cup. He knew she was quite particular about personal hygiene. Immediately, he regained his composure, intending to discreetly switch the cups before she noticed, to spare her any discomfort.

But lately, it seemed like the two of them shared an unspoken understanding.

Susan and Laura, sitting across the table, witnessed the entire scene. Anticipating their embarrassment, they tried to lighten the mood with a chuckle. “There are so many cups on the table. If you two happen to mix them up, just swap them around.”

Lysander touched the tip of her nose, unsure of how to explain.

Susan truly cherished her, there was no doubt about that. However, in the presence of her former mother-in-law, expressing disdain for the cup her son had used seemed quite inappropriate. Even though she was now too exhausted to care, old habits were indeed hard to change.

“Right, just a simple switch will do.”

Josiah genuinely swapped their drinks, but all he did was give Lysander the untouched cup he had, while he continued to drink from the one she had sipped from.

Lysander paused momentarily, then decided to act as if the minor incident had never occurred, continuing to eat her breakfast with milk.

Today was a workday, but it was also the day Josiah returned to have his bandages changed and his condition reassessed. He had switched into a loose outfit and, leaning on his crutch, prepared to head out.

Lysander quickly stopped him. “You should use the wheelchair. Once we get to the hospital, we don't know how long you'll have to stand.”

Josiah chuckled lightly. “I understand, Dr. Thorne wouldn't pull strings for me.”

Instinctively, Lysander glanced at his leg, mentally assessing the severity of his injury.

Josiah's injuries were indeed severe. Apart from the most serious leg injury, he also had a number of burns and abrasions on his body.

He had sustained such severe injuries solely for the purpose of saving her. It was only logical and emotionally right for her to lend a hand in return.

However, his injury wasn't life-threatening, requiring immediate attention. Besides, he was a grown man, not some frail individual.

Lysander was somewhat troubled.

“What are you thinking about?”

Lysander snapped back to reality. “Are you in a rush to get to the office? If you are, I could ask Lynn to...”

“No need, I'm not in a hurry,” Josiah said, “I also want to accompany you to the hospital like any other couple.”

The Central Hospital was not just Lysander's old stomping ground, but also the place where she first found her purpose in life. Being here was far more comfortable for her than being in places like Guerra Group or Thorne Constructions and Energies.

Though Josiah was seated in an electric wheelchair, the crowd here was always particularly dense. She was worried that his injured leg might get bumped again. So, without even sparing a moment to greet Lynn, she focused solely on getting him to change his bandages and have a checkup.

The doctor was the same one who had examined Josiah during his last visit. After reviewing the scans, he relaxed and said, “Your bones are fine now. You just need to rest well and be careful when you walk.”