Chapter 172

hapter 172 Not To The Point Of Hatred

The color drained from Josiah’s face almost immediately.

Lysander couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. Indeed, even the most gentle and chivalrous man would become enraged when their sexual prowess was brought into question.

“Lysander, you still hate me, don’t you.”

“It’s not to the point of hate; at most, it’s just annoyance.”

“I had no intention to intrude on your life during this period.”

“Who would want their ex–husband constantly following them around after a divorce? This feeling of being watched is extremely unpleasant.”

Josiah took a deep breath. “I just wanted to see if you’re doing well.”

“I’m doing great. My parents shower me with love, my little sister adores me, my job is going smoothly, and I get along well with both my boss and colleagues. You need to stop assuming that I’m living in misery without you, okay? Even without you, the world still turns, I still go to work, and life goes on. I’m not pitiful at all and don’t need any extra care. I’ve simply returned to my original life, do you understand?”

Josiah couldn’t find the words to respond.

“Have you finished defending yourself? If so, I’m leaving.”

Josiah grasped her wrist and said, “Lysander, may I ask one final question?”

Lysander withdrew her wrist before asking, “What is it?”

“Why on earth did you do… that… for him when you clearly don’t even like him?”

Lysander chuckled. “So, after all this talk, this is what you’ve been dwelling on. Do you feel shortchanged because I didn’t do the same for you during those three years?”

“No, that’s not it! I just want to understand. If you don’t like him, why would you go to such lengths for him? I don’t get it.”

Lysander glanced at him for all of two seconds, then bypassed him and immediately exited the storeroom.

Inside, it was cold and gloomily dark, separated only by a single door from the outside world where it was lively and bustling with activity.

This Hestryan cuisine restaurant was not particularly large. In fact, in a bustling city like Harborbrook, it wasn’t the kind of place that most families would choose for a wedding banquet due to its lack of prestige.

The entire hall only contained roughly a dozen tables, yet it subtly appeared to be divided into several groups.

On the left, the group donned in military attire was likely gathered for a veteran’s reunion. To the right, the cluster in school uniforms was probably having a graduation party. Further off was Camila’s birthday party.

Thus, there were only a few tables left for guests of Josiah and Lysanne’s engagement party.

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Through the vague silhouettes of people, she spotted familiar faces.

Lysanne’s mother was seated in a wheelchair, with her father holding a glass of wine high in a toast. They

facing Susan, their demeanor ingratiating, even bordering on subservience.

were

After all, Susan was a person of dignity. Considering the many years of friendship between the two families, she didn’t want to go too far. She touched her glass with Howard’s and took a gentle sip, granting him that respect. However, her expression remained displeased.

Susan and Elisa had a wonderful mother–in–law and daughter–in–law relationship. Given that Josiah’s father passed away early, the two of them developed a bond as close as a mother and daughter. Elisa’s passing had a significant impact on Susan. Moreover, Josiah’s marriage to Lysander was ruined by Lysanne, which also led to the loss of her grandson. Considering the circumstances, it could be said that Susan had already shown extreme benevolence and magnanimity.

Susan herself didn’t wish to linger for long. From a distance, she spotted Lysander, and with a hint of surprise, she waved her hand before briskly making her way toward the younger woman.

Lysander was wary of Josiah, who was still in the storeroom behind her, and pointed to a private room not far

away.

Perhaps it was because the Hestryan cuisine restaurant was bustling with business that day, but Lysander had been waiting in the private room for quite a few minutes before Susan finally pushed the door open and entered.

“Lysander!”

Lysander stood up, politely addressing the woman, “Madam Susan.”