His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 6

“I am his wife.” The two men in front of her were stunned, looking her up and down, “You…” “My name is Lysander.” This time, both men were stunned. Lysander smiled and asked, “Is it not allowed to bring family members to your class reunion today?” “Oh, that’s not the case.” “Then I’ll go in first.” She walked into the bar with her bag, but there were indeed a lot of people today. Josiah was the absolute center of attention, surrounded by a crowd, chatting with various people. Lysander didn’t want to join, so she found a secluded seat and sat down. Mirage was unusually noisy, and Josiah seemed to feel warm. So, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over his arm. But a hand quickly took it over. “I’ll hold it for you.” He dodged slightly, avoiding her hand. “It’s okay. I can hold it myself.” Lysanne smiled lightly and gently said, “Look at all these people. They won’t stop until they drink you under the table today. Give it to me. You focus on dealing with them.” Josiah hesitated for a moment but did not refuse again. She took the suit jacket off his arm and did not put it aside, holding it in her own hands. Suddenly, she gently tugged at his sleeve, indicating that he should lower his head. He obediently bent down slightly to accommodate her height and leaned his ear close to her lips. She whispered something in his ear, and a glint passed through his eyes as he smiled and nodded gently at her. “Hey, what secrets are you guys whispering about?” Lysanne, with a cheerful personality, spoke up directly, “I’ll tell you all. Josiah is under my protection, so be careful with your words, and don’t let him drink too much.” “Oh, are you feeling sorry for him, Lysanne?” Lysanne blushed slightly. “Oh, stop it, you big oaf.” Josiah furrowed his brows slightly. “Don’t talk nonsense. Lysanne is already married. Can’t you see she’s pregnant?” These classmates seemed to be afraid of him. Once he spoke, no one dared to joke around recklessly anymore, and they all restrained themselves. A man standing next to him then chimed in, “Alright, enough already. Don’t talk nonsense just because you’ve had a few drinks. The friendship between Josiah and Lysanne is unbreakable.” “Yeah, even if they were to book a hotel room together, it would definitely be to play games together. These people are always talking nonsense.” At that moment, Lysanne discreetly placed a wine decanter in Josiah’s hand, which was filled with a clear liquid that looked just like white wine at first glance. But Lysander saw everything as she was standing nearby. Taking advantage of the conversation, Lysanne had emptied the white wine from the decanter and

replaced it with mineral water. Josiah cooperated tacitly with Lysanne as he quickly took the glass in her hand and filled his wine glass while saying, “Here’s to everyone.” “Here’s to our student days!” “Here’s to youth!” This was what a class reunion was all about—chatting about the days of studying and reminiscing about the silly and naive moments of the past. In the end, everyone was swaying from drinking except for Josiah, whose face was only slightly flushed, but his mind was still clear. He unbuttoned his collar and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows where the deep blue sleeve garters secured around his biceps. His slender fingers pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose with elegance and grace that made him look tall and noble. But then, he suddenly frowned slightly as he looked around before fixing his gaze on a male classmate not far away. He walked over and kicked him, saying, “Put the cigarette out. Lysanne’s pregnant.” The man, with a bewildered expression in his eyes, was stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening. And he quickly put out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can. “Sorry, Josiah. I forgot.” Josiah glared at him. “Remember for next time.” The man quickly nodded and bowed with a smile. “Yes. Yes. I will.” “Have you ever seen Josiah like this before?” Suddenly, a man appeared at the booth seat opposite Lysander. She didn’t know how long he had been there. Lysander glanced at him. He looks about the same age as Josiah. He’s probably a classmate too. He had slightly long hair and wore a pair of black-framed glasses. He exuded a scholarly air, looked very friendly, and seemed to have a good temper. “Who are you?” “My last name is Rangel.” She thought for a minute. He’s polite and gentle. Is he the one those two mentioned just now? “Miles Rangel?” Miles lowered his head and smiled faintly. “You know me?” “I heard your classmates mention you inadvertently.” Lysander said, “Why don’t you go drink with them?” Miles waved his hand. “Josiah is there.” “What’s wrong with that?” He sighed and chuckled lightly, “When we were studying, Lysanne pursued me.” Lysander instantly understood. He’s the guy Mom mentioned—Josiah’s buddy. “You are Josiah’s wife, right?” “Yes.” “Josiah is really lucky to have a beautiful and elegant wife.” Lysander smiled slightly in response without saying a word. “Josiah has changed a lot now. When he was in school, he was so outstanding that all the boys in the school admired him.” “Is that so?” “Maybe girls of that age like tough guys. Almost all the girls liked him.” Miles paused, then added, “Except for Lysanne.” Lysander then said, “Lysanne likes you.” “She likes me?”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Miles chuckled self-deprecatingly as if there was more to it. “Not necessarily.” “What do you mean?” He seemed a bit drunk as he raised his glass and placed it in front of his eyes to look at the transparent liquid inside, “Mrs. Guerra, do you think there can be pure friendship between men and women?”