The Charming Ex-Wife (Lysander and Josiah) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Call Me Mrs Guerra
Josiah immediately regained his composure and noticed a scooter bike approaching them in the wrong direction. He swiftly turned the steering wheel to avoid it and hit the brakes, coming to a stop on the side of the road.

The scooter bike narrowly passed by them, narrowly avoiding a collision.

Lysander's face turned pale with fright. "It's best not to be distracted while driving."

"Right." Josiah also felt a bit shaken, and he handed the phone back to Lysanne. "You figure it out yourself."

Without even glancing at it, Lysanne refused, "No way, I need to touch up my makeup."

"But I have to drive…"

"You're not driving right now."

Lysander sighed and proposed to Josiah, "How about this? Give me the phone, you tell me the password, and I'll unlock it."

"Okay." Josiah handed her the phone. "The password is ryx2..."

"What do you think you're doing, Josiah?!" Lysanne suddenly went ballistic, slammed the small mirror shut, and threw it aside, snatching her phone back from Lysander and angrily throwing it into Josiah's arms. "You can't tell anyone my password!"

Josiah felt embarrassed.

And so did Lysander.

But Lysanne didn't feel embarrassed at all, not even a hint of apology. She turned to the back seat and smiled at Lysander. "I'm sorry, Dr. Thorne. Pregnant women are affected by hormones, and their emotions fluctuate a lot. You should understand, right?"

"I suppose, yeah…"

Lysanne said, "In modern society, a cell phone is basically the key to a person's privacy. The right to privacy is a citizen's legitimate interest. I am just legally protecting my own interests, and I don't have anything against you."

Lysander found her words amusing. "As expected from someone with a legal background."

"It's just a professional habit," Lysanne said. "Please don't get mad at me, Dr. Thorne."

"I won't, but I'd prefer it if you called me Mrs. Guerra. We are not in the hospital now, and I am not your attending physician. I only performed surgery on you out of emergency."

Lysanne politely declined, "Since you performed surgery on me, you are my doctor. Doesn't matter if you're my attending physician or not. Besides, since we met yesterday, I have always called you Dr. Thorne. It feels strange to suddenly change."

"It's not strange at all. I am, after all, Mrs. Guerra."

"Yes, that's right." Lysanne's smile faded slightly, and she stiffened somewhat. "But calling you Mrs. Guerra makes you sound old. I might think you're in your forties or fifties. Calling you Dr. Thorne makes you seem younger."

Lysander looked at her steadily for a moment.

Lysanne flashed her a triumphant smile, then turned around and ordered, "Start the car, Josiah. We don't want to be late."

…

As a medical student, Lysander rarely had time to attend class reunions.

Daphne had invited her a few times before, but she had always politely turned her down due to work.

As she got out of the car and prepared to enter the bar, Lysander's phone rang.

Josiah stopped in his tracks. "Is it from the hospital?"

Lysander glanced at the caller ID; it was indeed the hospital's landline number. "Mm-hmm, there must be an emergency with a pregnant woman. Otherwise, they wouldn't call me on a holiday."

Josiah said, "I'll drive you there."

"No, I can go by myself..."

"Josiah!" Lysanne called out to him from a distance, "Miles is calling us to hurry up."

Josiah furrowed his brows slightly, caught in a dilemma.

Lysander's phone kept ringing. She walked away to answer the call. "I'll take this call first."