Chapter 622 Every Word Boils Down To Science
Lysander was well acquainted with the sting of solitude. Even though she had grown used to her own company. the feeling of isolation could still be overwhelmingly melancholic at times.
Josiah, who had been quietly absorbing everything she shared, only expressed his sentiments once he fully grasped the depth of Lysander’s concerns. “Life often doesn’t follow our plans, and saying goodbye is a part of that. But if you’re open to it. I’m here to stay by your side until the very end.” he offered gently.
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Lysander didn’t outright reject his offer, but she didn’t embrace it either. Touching the corner of her catch a tear, she responded softly, “Your intentions are touching but a bit far from reality. You’re older than me, and since men generally have a shorter lifespan than women, the likelihood of you being by my side until the end is uncertain.”
Josiah, sensing a sliver of opportunity, remained resolute. “Then it’s up to me to take excellent care of myself. I’ll stick to a regular schedule, stay active, eat healthily–all to ensure I can keep up with you.”
Lysander half–joked in response. “It seems like a lot of trouble. Perhaps it would be simpler to find someone younger, so we could avoid the pain of parting by Teaving together.”
Josiah paused to consider her words, taking a moment before responding.
Lysander knew his intentions were genuine, especially considering how emotionally taxing recent events had been for her. He simply wanted to offer her support.
Aware that she was somewhat taunting him with the age difference, she started to say, “Josiah, I didn’t
“That wouldn’t be impossible,” he cut in suddenly, his voice calm yet earnest.
Lysander was somewhat taken aback. “What did you say?”
“You mentioned wanting someone younger? Perhaps that’s not such a bad idea.”
“And you think…” Lysander began, somewhat surprised.
“Don’t worry,” he reassured her quickly, “I promised your father I’d always protect you, and I intend to keep that promise. If you choose not to remarry, I’ll still be here. And if you find someone else, I’ll support you both.”
Lysander’s expression turned serious. “Are you truly okay with that?”
“Absolutely.” Josiah affirmed. “If someone else can make you happy, I’m willing to step aside.”
“Like what you did for Lysanne in the past?” Lysander probed, recalling how Josiah had once stepped back when Lysanne got married, resuming his methodical life of blind dates, marriage, and work.
“It’s different now,” Josiah admitted. “I probably won’t marry again.”
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your family if you choose not to marry?” Lysander queried.
“Aren’t you planning to have/children? I’d help raise them,” he offered without hesitation.
Lysander frowned, puzzled. “Well, aren’t you a selfless one, Mr. Guerra?”
Chapter 622 Every Word Boils Down To Science
Josiah shrugged. “What’s the alternative? Adopting a child from an orphanage? It’s better to support someone trustworthy.”
Lysander, ever the scientist, mused aloud, “Biologically speaking, it’s hard to believe any male would willingly care for a child not his own, much less bequeath his fortune to them. In nature, stags fight until bloody, lions brawl until they’re raw, and some insects even die to ensure their genes survive…”
Josiah clicked his tongue. “Talking of romance with you truly lacks warmth. Everything you say boils down
to science.”
A brief smile flickered across Lysander’s face before vanishing just as quickly. “Perhaps someone with my disposition just isn’t meant for love.”
“Don’t say that,” Josiah interjected, his brow furrowed with concern. “There’s no one who is unsuited for love. You’re perfect as you are–analytical, thorough, and stable. You’re not swayed by fleeting passions or superficial attractions.”
Lysander teased, half–serious, “Are you being sarcastic about Joseph and Adrian?”
“Oh, it’s not sarcasm. I meant what I said,” Josiah replied. “But regardless, they couldn’t touch your heart
anyway.
Lysander acknowledged softly, “For now, you can’t too.”
Josiah added, “I know now that you’re not cold–hearted, just cautious. When your dad showed you kindness, you repaid him manifold. It was the same with Daphne, Lynn, Priscilla, and even when Nieva needed help, you were there without a second thought. You’re not incapable of love; you’re just afraid of getting hurt. That’s why I’m willing to keep giving, bit by bit, until you feel ready to open up.”
As the barbecue concluded and the Milky Way faded with the night, Maverick and Laura lingered on the grass, lost in memories of their youth. It had been ages since they’d enjoyed such unhurried, carefree time together, their lives usually consumed by the demands of work and raising children.
From a distance, Susan watched, her own past memories stirred by the scene. She felt a pang of sadness, missing the person who used to stand by her side.
Lysander, observing from afar, turned to Josiah preemptively, “You should go and keep Madam Susan
company.
“All right, once I’m finished here, I’ll head over,” Josiah agreed.
He quickly cleaned up the remains of the barbecue and joined Susan, engaging her in conversation to offer some solace.
At that moment, Lysander could not allow herself to succumb to idleness, fearing that further reflection might only sink her deeper into a state of gloom. She busied herself with arranging her sleeping arrangements for the evening
Josiah had meticulously organized their campsite. A total of five tents had been erected. The largest tent was reserved for Maverick and Laura, while the other four smaller tents were arranged for the remaining members of the party, with each individual’s personal effects already thoughtfully placed inside.
Lysander unzipped the flap of the tent assigned to her and immediately noticed the thoughtful arrangement inside. Thick clothing was neatly laid out atop a disposable sleeping bag, beneath which a dust cover had been placed to suit her preference for cleanliness.
Chapter 622 Every Word Boils Down To Science
As ten o’clock approached, the weariness from the day’s early start and the activities at the spa resort. began to weigh on everyone. They collectively decided to call it a night and retreated to their tents for some much–needed rest.
Josiah’s tent was strategically positioned next to Susan’s. Despite the long and tiring day, he took the time to ensure that a few of the elders were comfortably settled before he considered retiring to his own tent for the night.
However, just as he began to unzip his tent, Michelle appeared, rushing over from the opposite direction in a state of urgency.
“Michelle?” Josiah queried, surprised by her sudden appearance,
Upon seeing him, Michelle latched onto him as though he was her lifeline, pleading. “Josiah! Please check on my sister. I think… I think she’s crying!”
Josiah genuinely saw her as a sister, and in that moment, he sought to comfort her, “Calm down, tell me exactly what happened?”
Michelle’s voice trembled with concern as she recounted the unsettling sounds she had heard, “As I passed by Lysander’s tent, I’m certain I heard her crying. It was faint, but unmistakable. She seldom displays such emotion openly. You’ve spoken with her privately before; do you have any idea what might be troubling her?
Lysander had always managed to mask her deeper emotions from Michelle, maintaining a facade of cheerfulness when necessary. Michelle had long sensed something amiss but had struggled with how to approach the subject.
Now, with someone she believed could shed light on her sister’s distress right in front of her, Michelle’s expression became one of earnest inquiry, “Did you upset my sister somehow?”
Josiah, feeling somewhat cornered by the accusation, responded with a resigned tone, “I wouldn’t dare upset her at this point.”
