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 thest 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 ande 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. IsOriginal from N?velDrama.Org.


    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… “Daphne, I’m pregnant.”