The Charming Ex–Wife
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The Charming Ex–Wife
Chapter 569 Let Me In For The Night
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The hallway had four walls and <b>a </b>ceiling. They were certainly not the streets, but <b>it </b><b>was </b>genuinely cold in the middle of the night, with nowhere to sit.
He nced at the securely locked door of his own house and then at Lysander’s door, which was at least still open, hope flickering in <b>his </b>eyes.
After her outburst, Lysander was no longer sleepy. She said rationally, “There’s no point in looking at me. I don’t have the key to your house. Find someone to help. Doesn’t your cook have a key?”
In short, she was implying that he had better not think about clinging to her again.
Josiah hesitantly withdrew his hand from blocking the door and noticed that Lysander did not immediately shut it. He pushed his luck and said, “Martha does have a key, but my phone is locked inside
the house.”
Lysander reached for her phone. “No problem, you <b>can </b>use mine.”
Josiah <b>had </b>a ready excuse. “How could I remember Martha’s number? Besides, it is already past midnight. Even if I did remember, it is inappropriate to wake her up now.”
Lysander knew the best solution but did not want to suggest it herself. Seeing that Josiah did not bring it up, she questioned, “Don’t you have a spare key at home?”
<b>Josiah </b>sighed and replied, “No.”
Lysander responded firmly, “You should have one.”
Josiah shook his head. “I really don’t.”
As he spoke, his face turned slightly pale from the cold draft.
Not one to spare his feelings, Lysander said bluntly, “Josiah, have you heard the story of “The Boy Who Cried Wolf“? You know what happened thest time I let you in when we were in Apex City. Are you trying the <b>same </b>trick again?”
<b>Josiah </b>knew his credibility was shot. More exnations were useless. Rubbing his throbbing temples, he asked, “I really don’t mean any harm. I <b>am </b>still recovering, and I know you’ve been busy. Can you let me in – to talk? 1 am freezing out here.”
Lysander eyed his thin loungewear and responded calmly. “Wait here,”
Josiah did not understand but this time did not try to force his way in. He simply stood there and waited.
A momentter, Lysander returned, meeting his <b>gaze</b>.
“Money or a <b>chair</b>. Which one do you <b>want</b>? There’s a hotel nearby with decent conditions where you can stay for the night. Or if you really don’t want to go far, you can sit on the chair and wait until morning. Once <b>the </b>property management office opens, those on duty will help you get in.”
“I did not bring my ID, so I <b>can’t </b>check in.”This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.
“Fine! then it is the chair. I’ll lend you a nket.”
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Josiah did not expect this oue and felt a <b>pang </b>of disappointment. Bracing against the cold, he said through gritted teeth<b>, </b>“<b>Can’t </b>you just let me in for the night?”
Lysander prepared to close the door. “No.”
Josiah took a deep breath, changing tactics. “It is really cold outside. My clothes are thin, and I haven’t dried my hair properly after washing it.”
His thick short hair was no longer dripping but still damp when Lysander was treating his wound earlier.
“I know,” Lysander said thoughtfully. “How about a quilt instead of a nket? That’s as generous as I can
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Josiah couldn’t maintain hisposure in the freezing cold. He <b>was </b>almost giving up. “Are you really going to make me sleep in the hallway?”
The quiet hallway made his shivering voice more noticeable, likely due to the cold.
Seeing his state, Lysander felt her anger subside a bit. As a doctor, she couldn’t ignore someone about to catch a cold. She relented slightly. “So, what do you propose?”
“I have nowhere to go. At least let me stay for the night.” Josiah’s eyes showed no other option, having ruled out all others.
Lysander eyed him suspiciously. “First, I need to make sure I am not letting a wolf in.”
Josiah was already shivering from the cold, hisplexion pale as he said, “I promise I won’t do anything to make you ufortable.”
Lysander frowned and scrutinized him.
After some deliberation, she finally opened the door and warned, “Come in, but you can only sleep on the couch. If you disagree, you can stay outside. <b>ying </b>the sympathy card won’t work on <b>me</b><b>.</b>”
If he tried anything, she wouldn’t hesitate to kick <b>him </b>out into the cold night.
<b>Josiah </b>slipped inside, grateful for the warmth of the living room.
The Ragdoll kitten, who had been watching themotion with Lysander, brushed affectionately against Josiah’s leg.
Lysander did not intend to treat Josiah as a guest. She pointed to the long couch he had sat on earlier. “You can sleep there tonight. Figure out how to get in tomorrow.”
Tonight seemed particrly cold. Standing in the foyer with Josiah for a while had chilled her. Leaving him outside wasn’t really an option.
Josiah examined the couch, notining. He ced a throw pillow at one end as a makeshift pillow. Just as he was about to ask Lysander for a quilt, he noticed she had already retreated to her bedroom.
Clearly, she did not want to spend even a minute longer with him.
Josiah knew he couldn’t afford to upset Lysander again. If he did, he would definitely be kicked out. But even with the balcony door closed and the couch nket pulled over him, he was still freezing.
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The Ragdoll kitten curled upfortably in White Coat’s bed, giving a soft “meow,” seemingly more content than he was.
Josiah was a tall man<b>, </b>so even when he pushed the throw pillow to the far end of the sofa, his legs still dangled off the edge once hey down. As for the nket that was draped over him, it was hardly worth mentioning. It <b>was </b>so thin that it couldn’t even be considered better than nothing. In terms of length, if it covered his shoulders, his knees would be exposed.
The night chill seeped in through the balcony window gaps, causing him to jolt awake just as he was finally on the verge of falling asleep.
After what seemed like an eternity, Josiah couldn’t bear it any longer. He dragged his sore legs to Lysander’s bedroom door. Knocking on the door, he reminded her, “Lysander, you said you’d get me a quilt.”
He tried the doorknob, but it was locked from the inside as expected.
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