His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 198

Chapter 198 I Would Choose Her

Lysander’s eyes flickered. “What?”

In the palm of Zachary’s hand rested a band–aid.

“When I came back earlier, I noticed that you seemed to have hurt your fingertip. So, I went to my mom and got a bandage for you.”

Lysander’s hand, hanging by her side, twitched slightly. Her fingers clenched and then unfurled.

Indeed, her fingers were injured, but she had been concealing it well, intending to tend to it once she returned to her place. Unexpectedly, Zachary had noticed it.

“Thank you.

“Lysander, you really don’t need to always thank me.”

Zachary,”

“Hmm?”

“Do you like me?”

Zachary was clearly taken aback by her straightforwardness, somewhat at a loss for words. “No, it’s not like that. L…”

“You don’t like me?”

“No, no, no. I do like you.” Zachary was at a loss for words to describe his current emotions. In the end, he could only muster up the courage, his face turning red as he said, “Lysander, I… I’ve liked you for a

long time

now.”

Ding!

“The elevator has arrived.”

Lysanne was the first to step into the elevator. Seeing him unmoving, she called out, “Zachary?”

“Ah.”

“Come in.”

“Oh, right.”

Zachary approached her, yet he still maintained a certain distance from her. The sudden conversation earlier had left him somewhat at a loss.

“Zachary, if I hadn’t returned this time, were you planning on staying silent?”

Given the circumstances, Zachary, being a man, mustered up the courage to speak. “I had actually thought about telling you, but you got married so quickly. I just had to… keep it to myself.”

With a bitter smile, Zachary lowered his gaze to his own shoe tips.

Chapter 198 | Would Choose Her

at would you have done if I hadn’t gotten divorced, if I hadn’t returned to my hometown, and if we never had the chance to meet again?”

Zachary pondered seriously for a moment before speaking “Lysander,” he said, “I don’t want to feed you emper platitudes. If your married life is filled with happiness and contentment, if I see that you’re doing well, then I wall wish you well. And then, I will slowly try to forget you.”

“And then?”

“Perhaps I might find a suitable girl to court marry, and have children with. We’re all just ordinary people, living not just for ourselves but also for our parents and loved ones, who place great hopes in us. Eventually, I, soo, would follow the path that everyone else chooses.”

“Will you treat her well?”

Absolutely, Zachary said. “If she’s a good girl, I’ll treat her well for the rest of my life.”

What if just hypothetically, you were already married, but then I came back and wanted to be with you? How would you choose?”

This question instantly stumped Zachary.

His expression was one of great discomfort. “No way, you’re already married, and you’ve never been fond of

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“So, let’s say hypothetically. I came back and confessed my feelings for you, telling you I want to be with you. Who would you choose? Your wife or me?”

Zachary struggled for quite some time.

The elevator came to a halt, and they exited the building. Then, they headed toward Lysander’s studio.

apartment.

Throughout the journey, Zachary walked at a leisurely pace.

Several minutes had passed before he finally responded, “I would choose her.”

This time, it was Lysander’s turn to pause. “Your wife?”

Zachary’s face revealed a struggle. “Yes, even though I know you might not be pleased to hear this, and it might spell the end of my pursuit, but Lysander, I don’t want to lie to you. I want to give you the most sincere answer. I would choose her.”

“Why? Can you tell me the reason?”

Zachary took a deep breath. “Since I married her, I will take responsibility for her.”

Lysander gazed deeply at him.

Zachary’s appearance was actually quite refined among the average crowd. His skin was on the fairer side, and his physique leaned toward the slender end. Wearing a pair of glasses, he looked every bit the model student, with a face that seemed incapable of telling lies.

Perhaps it was a common trait among technical–minded men; he wasn’t adept at uttering sweet nothings to woo girls, nor would he resort to insincere comments just to make her happy.