Chapter 1625
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His response was tinged with detachment, making Thalassa’s heart ache and quiver with discomfort. Lysander was distancing himself from her; she could feel it. But why?
Just a while ago at Star Harbor Villa, he was so gentle with her, even shared a passionate kiss. Was it because she hadn’t answered his question? Or was it something Rosalind said, suggesting she didn’t like him, and he took it to heart? She hadn’t expected Lysander to be so sensitive.
It was just a question she hadn’t answered. And honestly, she didn’t know how to answer it. She felt she had no right to love Lysander. She was carrying the burden of a life lost a debt she owed to Leopold Sinclair forever. Leopold had sacrificed himself to grant her freedom, fulfilling his last wish. Ads by PubFuture
Now that she finally had her freedom, what right did she have to return to Lysander? To even entertain the thought of liking him seemed like a betrayal to Leopold’s memory. So she couldn’t respond to Lysander’s question.
Thalassa straightened up, her eyes downcast, hiding all her heavy thoughts and emotions, remaining silent.
Minutes later, under Dr. Funke’s guidance, Lydia removed all the acupuncture needles. Dr. Funke explained to Lydia, “The fact that he felt pain in his legs during the session is a good sign. If there was no sensation at all, it would likely mean a lifetime in a wheelchair, rendering the acupuncture useless. Remember the level of his pain and document it every time. This way, we have something to compare.”Content belongs to NôvelDrama.Org
Thalassa realized then that feeling pain was actually a positive sign. Lydia quickly noted down Dr. Funke’s words, grateful she hadn’t doubted him. It could have hurt the doctor’s feelings, and she wouldn’t want that. Despite his quirks, Dr. Funke was not petty. His medical skills were exceptional, and he never showed bias against his patients.
Lydia’s respect for Dr. Funke grew even more.
David drove away from the Royal Estates, coming to a stop when he saw a red car parked by the roadside. Rosalind was there, angrily kicking stones, looking sullen. Ads by PubFuture
David parked nearby and approached her, asking concernedly, “Ms. Whitman, is there a problem with your car? Can I give you a lift?”
Rosalind turned, letting out a sigh, and continued to kick the stones in frustration “I care so much for Lysander, but he just doesn’t see it. Thalassa doesn’t think of him at all, yet he’s so good to her. How am I not better than her?” Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
As someone who had witnessed the ups and downs of Lysander and Thalassa’s relationship, David knew Rosalind was destined for
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heartbreak. He consoled her, “Ms:” Whitman, you’re uniquely beautiful and intelligent, incomparable really. You’re you, and there’s no need to compare with anyone else.” Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
Rosalind turned to him, hope lighting up her eyes. “Really? You think I’m prettier than Thalassa?”
David was about to clarify his point, but seeing the spark in her eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to disappoint her and nodded. Rosalind smiled brightly, her mood lifting instantly knew it, I’m way prettier than Thalassa. Thank you, David. You’re a good person, truly looking out for Lysander. And bringing Dr. Funke here was a brilliant move. If gentle persuasion doesn’t work, sometimes you have to be firm!” Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
With that, Rosalind got into her car, ready to leave, and told David, “I’m heading off now, bye.”
As she tried to start the car, it wouldn’t turn over. Seeing David getting into his car to leave, she called out in a panic, “David, wait! You jinxed it; now you have to drive me back!”
The revised text maintains the original plot and character relationships while ensuring cultural and linguistic fluency for an English-speaking audience.
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