Chapter 1495Wasn’t this exactly what she had always wanted?
Thalassa’s breath grew heavy, her heart constricted with a pain she couldn’t hide. She averted her
gaze, continuing to peel the shrimp in her hands, trying her hardest not to look at Lysander and
Rosalind.
“Rosalind, tone it down, will you? We’re in public. When you two get home, you can show affection
to your fiancé however you want. We’ve got a whole crowd here and dinner hasn’t even started.
Don’t fill up on your lovey-dovey nonsense before we’ve even eaten.” Reginald joked, seemingly
advising Rosalind to keep it low-key, but to Thalassa, it felt like a severe blow.
Lysander was Rosalind’s fiancé?
The thought pierced Thalassa’s already aching heart sharply.
Rosalind and Lysander were engaged?
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Such big news, and Joshua hadn’t told her. And he wanted to make up for neglecting her? It was all
lies.
Whenever she and Rosalind had conflicts, Joshua was always secretly supporting Rosalind, wasn’t
he? Even arranging her children’s father to be engaged to Rosalind.
Thalassa felt like a clown, trampled into the mud over and over again, a spectacle for others’
amusement.
The shrimp in her hand suddenly felt unbearably heavy; something so light now seemed impossible
to hold.”Bro, focus on your meal. No one asked you listen to us,” Rosalind playfully scolded Reginald, even
putting a piece of steak into his bowl as if to quiet him, yet her face was alight with joy at his teasing.
“Getting shy over this? What will you do on your wedding night, hide under the bed out of
embarrassment?” Reginald teased Rosalind further.
The mention of the wedding night was like a hammer brutally striking Thalassa’s heart. She could
no longer stay seated. Setting down her shrimp, she grabbed a napkin to wipe her hands, her face
pale as she said, “Excuse me, I’m feeling a bit unwell. Please, go on without me. I should leave.”
“Rosalind has a degree in design. I was thinking she could provide some feedback for your
company’s designs. Don’t you want to hear it?” Reginald mentioned.
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Thalassa glanced at Lysander involuntarily. His smile had vanished, his gaze deep and
unfathomable, seemingly fixed on something beyond Rosalind. His handsome face was cold, not
even sparing her a sidelong glance.
Feeling suffocated, Thalassa looked at Rosalind and said, “Ms. Whitman, take your time. If you
have any feedback, just text me. I really need to rest, but please, enjoy your meal.”
With that, she turned and left.
“Thalassa, you don’t look well. Let me walk you out,” Callum offered, rising to accompany her.
Lysander’s grip tightened on his chair, his presence chilling.
“Lysander, have some hot meal, warm yourself up,” Reginald said as he ladled some hearty fish
chowder into a bowl and set it before him.
“You’ve just started to recover; you need to stay relaxed. Stress isn’t good for your recovery,”
Reginald advised.”Really, Lysander, your health is what matters most,” Rosalind chimed in, encouraging him.
novelbinLysander’s icy gaze softened, his tense expression relaxing slightly as he replied in a low, resonant
voice, “I’m perfectly fine. What makes you think I’m not?”
Rosalind and Reginald paused, exchanging looks.
Rosalind smiled and said, “Then eat up, have some chowder to nourish yourself.”
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