Majestic Desert Splendor
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Chapter 1592
The mood darkened as Lysander’s handsome face was shadowed by Thalassa’s distant tone.
His piercing gaze fixed on her, an aura of authority surrounding him without a word of anger, he spoke, “Standing all the way over there, how do you expect to stay updated about Joshua’s condition?”
Thalassa’s breath hitched, understanding Lysander’s reason for calling her over was to allow her to openly show her concern for Joshua.
Her hesitations and fears were all too clear to Lysander.
Once exposed, the heaviness in her heart surprisingly lifted quite a bit.
Taking a deep breath, Thalassa let go of the pressure weighing on her heart, choosing to remain silent.
Matilda broke the silence, “Before going in, Joshua kept holding my hand, asking for all of you to come. He’s worried he might not make it…”
Her voice trailed off as she wiped away a tear. Ads by PubFuture
Thalassa felt her heart tighten, her facade of calm cracking with visible concern.
Rosalind burst into tears, “So, it is really that serious. Oh, Dad, please, you have to be alright…”
Reginald, who had previously made a grim remark in the car, now felt his calm demeanor falter upon hearing his own mother speak of his father’s grave injuries. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up and taking deep drags to stabilize his mood.
After blowing out a cloud of smoke, realizing there was another gentleman present, he offered a cigarette to Lysander.
Before Lysander could reach out, Thalassa urgently interjected, “He can’t smoke!”
Her sudden step forward, driven by concern, drew surprised looks from everyone present.
Especially from Rosalind, whose classic, intelligent eyes first widened in shock at Thalassa, then shifted into a barely concealed mix of anger, jealousy, and annoyance.
When did Thalassa become the first to care for Lysander?
Lysander’s deep gaze turned towards Thalassa, his eyes revealing a stir of emotions beneath the surface.
Was Thalassa still concerned about him? An instinctive reaction is hard to fake.
Reginald’s offer to smoke had Thalassa immediately stepping in to advocate for his health, knowing well the details of his condition after caring for him for three years. Ads by PubFuture
Dr. Funke, whom Thalassa had sought for his treatment, must have clearly outlined the dos and don’ts to her.
She had etched these daily living precautions deep in her memory, hence her prompt intervention against smoking.
Seeing Thalassa’s caring expression, the coldness surrounding Lysander melted away, his eyes softening, filled with emotion as he looked back atContents belong to NovelDrama.Org
her.
Reginald glanced at Thalassa,
realizing the implication of her
words Lysander was still on his path to recovery, and indulgences like cigarettes were certainly off limits. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
He quickly retracted his hand, saying, “You’re still in that wheelchair; better not smoke then.”
Reginald was always
straightforward. He put the cigarette
back into the pack, took another deep drag from the one between his lips, and exhaled, letting the smoke swirl around. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
Matilda waved away the smoke, telling Reginald, “Why don’t you smoke somewhere else? Just in case the doctor comes out and sees you like this, they might think we don’t care about your dad. Content
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“Alright, I’ll head to the smoking area. Call me immediately if there’s any update,” Reginald said before turning to leave.
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