Chapter 202 He Lost His Nerve
At this height, she couldn’t see Zachary’s face, but she could feel his happiness just from his movements.
Turns out, being with the person you like is such a joyful thing.
Lysander suddenly found herself empathizing with Josiah. After years of patient waiting, he finally experienced the joy of Lysanne changing her mind and confessing her feelings to him. She reckoned he must have been overjoyed too at that moment.
On one hand, there was a life of neither meritorious deeds nor misdemeanors, on the other hand, there was the fulfillment of one’s heart’s desires with ecstatic joy. Given this multiple–choice question, anyone would know what to choose.
After she got home and took a bath, the phone rang.
The call was from Zachary
“Lysander, are you asleep?”
“I just took a bath. I’m getting ready to sleep. What’s up?”
“Can you call me again? I feel like I’m dreaming.”
Call?
Lysander began, “Zachary?”
“Not that. It’s…” His voice trailed off for a long time. “It’s the other word you called me at the hospital entrance today.”
Lysander understood clearly and flashed a smile. “Boyfriend.”
From the other end of the phone, his heavy voice came through. “Mhm!”
On Saturday morning. Lysander woke up at half past six, as per her usual biological clock.
She habitually lit up her phone, only to discover that Zachary had sent her a message at over four in the morning.
He texted: What color are you wearing today? Reply after you wake up.
Lysander was somewhat puzzled as to why he had texted that in the middle of the night.
She tended to dress casually, prioritizing comfort.
In the rush when she first moved but, most of her clothes were left at Josiah’s place. She supposed they had all been thrown away by Lysander.
Later, she had bought some new clothes, but not a lot.
As she would be going to Harborbrook University today, she chose a rather student–like outfit, a white high–necked sweater paired with jeans.
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She replied: White shirt, dark blue pants.
Not even a second-later, his message’came through: Got it.
That was his only reply. Lysander was full of confusion but didn’t pay much attention to it. As usual, she tidied up the room and then read some academic journals, just like how she used to spend her weekends
at home.
At noon, Zachary called. “Lysander, I’m here.”
Lysander changed her clothes and went downstairs. When she saw Zachary, she finally understood why he had specifically asked about the color of her clothes.
He was wearing a thick cotton denim jacket, underneath which was a white sweater, and a pair of denim jeans that were almost the same color as the jacket.
Zachary ran over and stuffed another warm thing into her hand.
It was an ash–roasted potato, which was still hot to the touch, and a clean little plastic spoon wrapped in cling film.
“You take it to warm your hands and eat it on the way.”
“Did you go to Quilton again?”
Zachary scratched his head in embarrassment. “They don’t sell it here. No worries. I drove there.”
Lysander smiled. “Thank you.”
Zachary’s face started to turn red again.
“Stop rubbing.”
Zachary didn’t hear clearly. “What?”
Lysander pointed at her own face. Zachary understood and wished the ground could swallow him whole.
Lysander took the initiative to change the subject. “What time are you meeting up with the guys? I might have to go to the hospital. I have a document to deliver to a colleague.”
Zachary immediately said, “There’s enough time. No worries. Let’s go to the hospital to deliver the document first. We’ll grab lunch after that.”
The two of them slowly made their way to the hospital.
Lysander had eaten breakfast in the morning, so she was not very hungry now. She held the roasted potato in her hand and did not eat it
Her other hand hung at her side/swinging naturally as she walked.
Suddenly, she felt as if a bug had brushed against her hand.
She merely waved her hand without thinking too much.
But on second thought she wondered if there were tigine hugs in this season.
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From the corner of her eye, she saw his hand right next to her.
He was clenching and unclenching his fist, wanting to hold her hand, but at the last moment, he lost his nerve and quickly withdrew his hand.
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