Chapter 9


    One would wonder if it was due to trust or candor, but Josiah’s phone was not password-protected.


    Does he believe that I’ll never check his phone? In reality, Lysander didn’t have the habit of checking


    his phone. Firstly, because he had been an exemry husband in recent years and there was nothing


    worth checking; secondly, Lysander also respected personal privacy. Although they were husband and


    wife, everyone had their own secrets. However, the phone kept buzzing and prevented her from


    sleeping. So she picked up the phone and replied, ‘This is Lysander. Josiah is in the shower, and his


    phone is with me. I’ll ask him to respond to you when he returns.’ After sending this message, the


    phone immediately quieted down. When Josiah emerged from the bathroom, he noticed that Lysander


    appeared to have fallen asleep with a slight frown on her forehead as if she had experienced a bad


    dream. He approached her quietly and picked up the phone from the pillow. After browsing through it


    for a while, he tiptoed to the balcony. Lysander who was sleeping with her back to the balcony slowly


    opened her eyes. Her sleep was always light, especially when someone approached her. Just as


    Josiah retrieved the phone from the pillow and began to browse through it, she woke up. Suddenly, a


    faint smell of tobo came from the balcony. It reminded her that Josiah smoked and used to do it a


    lot as well However, he had never smoked once during thest three years. There wasn’t even an


    ashtray at home. But since Lysanne returned, she had already caught him smoking three times in the


    last few days. Soon, she heard a faint voiceing from the balcony. It was Josiah talking to Lysanne,


    “I really was just taking a shower. I just saw your message.” “You’re overthinking it. Lysander didn’t


    mean to show off to you.” “No, she wouldn’t do that. She’s actually a good person. Although she


    doesn’t talk much, she has a good heart.” “Okay. Okay. I believe you. Is that not enough? Please don’t


    cry, okay? It’s not good for the baby if you cry.” “Alright, wait a moment. I’ll change my clothes and


    come down.” He hung up the phone, returned to the bedroom, and was startled to see Lysander sitting


    by, “Did I wake you up?” She shook her head. “I felt a little cold.” “Oh, I forgot to close the balcony door


    just now. Sorry.” “Why did you go to the balcony? Hasn’t the smell of alcohol dissipated yet?” Josiah


    tightened his fingers holding the phone and said, “I received a call from thepany. I was afraid of


    waking you up, so I went to the balcony. Have you… been awake for a long time?” “I just woke up and


    saw youe back. Is everything okay with thepany?” Lysander asked. “It’s fine,” he said. “Go


    back to sleep. I’ll go out for a bit.” “Josiah.” “Yes?” Lysander raised her head and merely looked into his


    eyes silently. He felt a bit awkward under her gaze and asked with an awkward chuckle. “What’s


    wrong?” She withdrew her gaze and said lightly, “Miss Thorne seems to have something to tell you. I


    promised her to pass on the message.” Josiah was taken aback for a moment before nodding. “Okay. I


    got it.” “Aren’t you going to call her back?” He hesitated for a moment and didn’t answer directly but


    said, “Get some rest. You’ve been too tiredtely. I’ll give you a shoulder massage when I have the


    chance.” She smiled at that. “Okay.” He watched as shey down and closed her eyes before gently


    tucking her in. Then, he changed his clothes and went downstairs. After a few minutes, the sound of a


    woman sobbing downstairs could be heard, followed by the sound of a car leaving. Lysander stood by


    the floor-to-ceiling window upstairs and watched the taillights of the white Cayenne car as it headed


    toward the old house until it disappeared from view. “You’re letting them leave just like that?” Daphne’s


    voice almost burst her eardrums over the phone. “Why didn’t you confront them right then and there?!”


    Lysander leaned against the bed frame while smiling bitterly. “How should I confront them? He’s just


    going tofort his ‘best friend,’ not meet a mistress. What would I even confront them about?”


    Daphne was so angry she gritted her teeth. “And you believe that she’s just a friend? Who calls an


    opposite-sex friend in the middle of the night to go stargazing? And her name…” When it came to their


    names, Lysander was not naive. As things had already progressed to that point, what couldn’t she


    figure out? When Miles had asked her if she believed in pure friendship between men and women, she


    would answer him yes in the past. She had many good male doctor friends in the department, but they


    maintained a friendly yet non-flirtatious rtionship. They helped each other with family matters,


    asionally had meals together during department outings, and exchanged holiday greetings, but that


    was the extent of it. There was a certain boundary in their interactions. But for someone like Josiah and


    Lysanne, she felt it couldn’t be just friendship, but it shouldn’t be considered cheating either. It felt like


    Josiah was carrying the torch for someone. It was as if a woman had said she wanted to be forever


    good friends, and the man could only bury his love deep in his heart and just stay as a friend. Lysanne


    had gotten married and settled abroad. So he could only continue on his own life path by going on blind


    dates, getting married, and living a normal life. In fact, with Josiah’s family background and his


    capabilities, he could have easily married a wealthy woman with a simr background, but he chose


    someone from an ordinary family like Lysander. Before that, Lysander thought that Josiah chose her


    because she was attractive, had a good job, and had a generous personality. They got along well,


    which made her a good candidate for marriage. But now she suddenly realized that it didn’t matter who


    she was. What mattered was that her name was like Lysanne’s. Lysander couldn’t help but shiver. In


    those passionate nights before, he would lovingly whisper in her ear. Was he calling her, or was he


    calling the person in his heart? She walked to the window and looked at the night sky. The weather was


    indeed good, with a bright moon and stars scattered across the sky, shining like diamonds painting a


    dreamy sky. Where will they go to watch the stars? Will they be like Romeo and Juliet and watch the


    stars and the moon while discussing poetry and life ideals? Ignorant young people who fell in love at


    first sight. Together, they became part of a tangled and sentimental love story. Then what does that


    make me? I’m entangled in this love story. “Lysander, what about… getting a divorce?” Daphne


    suggested, “They have had a love-hate rtionship for over twenty years when you have only known


    Josiah for a few years. It’s better to end it quickly. Just let go.” She had thought about it, but…


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