Chapter 1285
Then Callum hobbled towards the windowsill, leaning heavily on his cane.
“Take it easy. I’ve got you,” Evelyn said without further comment, helping Callum to the windowsill where he could sit down.
She then turned and glared at Thalassa, “I’ve never seen you fuss over such trivial matters
before.”
Thalassa’s lashes fluttered down, and she remained silent.
“Don’t be too hard on Thalassa,” Callum chimed in, his voice as mellow as ever, a picture of unflappable calm. “The lunch I brought for you is all freshly made, not leftovers. Try it to see if you like it.”
His easygoing nature only fueled Evelyn’s impression that Thalassa was taking advantage
of him.
Her brows knit together, she scolded Thalassa again, “Look at him, you could learn a thing or two about grace.”
“Yes, Mom, I will,” Thalassa quickly replied, eager to stave off another lecture.
She opened up the lunchbox, and the aroma of the food instantly wafted out as the lid was lifted.
Both Thalassa and Evelyn were famished. The smell of the food made their stomachs audibly rumble.
Evelyn felt a tad embarrassed, patting her belly and chuckled, “Look at me, becoming as
much of a foodie as Elowen.”
She gave Callum an apologetic grin, but he maintained his genial smile. “You’re just hungry, Evelyn. Let’s eat,” he said.
“Yeah,” Evelyn agreed, handing a lunchbox to Thalassa before grabbing one for herself and starting to eat.
Thalassa sat on one bed while Evelyn on another.
Callum sat by the window, his eyes softening as he watched them tuck into their food, a wave of melancholy and guilt washing over him. “Evelyn, I’m sorry, when you fell into the water, I should have been the first to jump in after you, but I curse my useless legs and hands… I’m not much use to anyone.”
Hearing his words, Thalassa looked up at him and quickly reassured him, “Mr. Gordon, don’t blame yourself. We’re so grateful for what you’ve done. With your condition, jumping in wouldn’t have helped. Besides, you were the one who called the fisherman to save my mother.”
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Thalassa was truly grateful. Callum had been incredibly helpful in her eyes.
Yet she couldn’t help but feel like a burden to him.
“After all, it was Lysander who pulled Evelyn ashore. You’re probably more grateful to him right now,” Callum said, his gaze dropping slightly, as if he had missed his chance to be the hero.
At the mention of Lysander’s name, Thalassa felt a heaviness in her chest akin to a stone weighing her down.
Her feelings towards Lysander were complex with resentment, wariness, a desire to flee, yet her heart would race uncontrollably whenever he drew near, leaving her unsure of her true feelings for him.
“If it hadn’t been for my mom nearly drowning, doubt he would have jumped in,” Thalassa muttered with a sullen tone.
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gratitude but carried a mix of blame and hurt.
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soon as Evelyn fell into the water, she wouldn’t have been
considered saving Evelyn in the first place. He had even tried to stop Thalassa from jumping in after her mother.
It was only when he saw her
det on to save Evelyn at all costs that Lysander finally
dived into the water.
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