The Charming Ex-Wife (Lysander and Josiah) novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198 I Would Choose Her 

Lysander’s eyes flickered. “What?” 

In the palm of Zachary’s hand rested a band–aid. 

“When I came back earlier, I noticed that you seemed to have hurt your fingertip. So, I went to my mom and got a bandage for you.” 

Lysander’s hand, hanging by her side, twitched slightly. Her fingers clenched and then unfurled. 

Indeed, her fingers were injured, but she had been concealing it well, intending to tend to it once she returned to her place. Unexpectedly, Zachary had noticed it. 

“Thank you. 

“Lysander, you really don’t need to always thank me.” 

Zachary,” 

“Hmm?” 

“Do you like me?” 

Zachary was clearly taken aback by her straightforwardness, somewhat at a loss for words. “No, it’s not like that. L…” 

“You don’t like me?” 

“No, no, no. I do like you.” Zachary was at a loss for words to describe his current emotions. In the end, he could only muster up the courage, his face turning red as he said, “Lysander, I… I’ve liked you for a long time 

now.” 

Ding! 

“The elevator has arrived.” 

Lysanne was the first to step into the elevator. Seeing him unmoving, she called out, “Zachary?” 

“Ah.” 

“Come in.” 

“Oh, right.” 

Zachary approached her, yet he still maintained a certain distance from her. The sudden conversation earlier had left him somewhat at a loss. 

“Zachary, if I hadn’t returned this time, were you planning on staying silent?” 

Given the circumstances, Zachary, being a man, mustered up the courage to speak. “I had actually thought about telling you, but you got married so quickly. I just had to… keep it to myself.” 

With a bitter smile, Zachary lowered his gaze to his own shoe tips. 

Chapter 198 | Would Choose Her 

at would you have done if I hadn’t gotten divorced, if I hadn’t returned to my hometown, and if we never had the chance to meet again?” 

Zachary pondered seriously for a moment before speaking “Lysander,” he said, “I don’t want to feed you emper platitudes. If your married life is filled with happiness and contentment, if I see that you’re doing well, then I wall wish you well. And then, I will slowly try to forget you.” 

“And then?” 

“Perhaps I might find a suitable girl to court marry, and have children with. We’re all just ordinary people, living not just for ourselves but also for our parents and loved ones, who place great hopes in us. Eventually, I, soo, would follow the path that everyone else chooses.” 

“Will you treat her well?” 

Absolutely, Zachary said. “If she’s a good girl, I’ll treat her well for the rest of my life.” 

What if just hypothetically, you were already married, but then I came back and wanted to be with you? How would you choose?” 

This question instantly stumped Zachary. 

His expression was one of great discomfort. “No way, you’re already married, and you’ve never been fond of 

me 

“So, let’s say hypothetically. I came back and confessed my feelings for you, telling you I want to be with you. Who would you choose? Your wife or me?”