FreeNovelThalassa locked eyes with Lysander, his deep gaze holding a world of unspoken words. In that moment, she realized what he was hinting at-he was testing if his injury truly mattered to her.
Had her reaction led him to misunderstand? Lydia, who had been rummaging through a first aid kit for sneedles, froze upon hearing Lysander's words, sensing an impending storm between Thalassa and Lysander. Panic fluttered in her heart. Turning around, she hurriedly said, "Mr. Sinclair, actually..." "Disappointed? Never." Before Lydia could finish, Thalassa caught on, responding to Lysander with seriousness and candor.
When Lysander had voiced his concern, Thalassa was initially taken aback, not expecting such a direct question. But as she grasped the true meaning behind his words, her heart sank.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUnder Lysander's intense gaze, she found her answer.
In that moment, the world around them faded away, their eyes only for each other.
Thalassa spoke her truth, "No matter what, I'll stand by you. You'll always be the most important person to me. My worry was never about your injury itself, but the fear you might lose hope." Her words were from the heart, her urgency in asking Lydia about Lysander's leg, and the disappointment upon hearing an uncertain prognosis, stemmed not from disdain but from deep concern for Lysander. To truly care for someone is to prioritize their feelings above all.
Lydia, caught off-guard by Thalassa's heartfelt declaration, stood with her mouth agape, her eyes darting around, seeking refuge.
Goodness, she felt like a third wheel, an intruder on Thalassa and Lysander's intimate moment.
For the first time, she realized how glaringly out of place she was, feeling the full weight of being the odd one out.
She had metaphorically eaten bowls of Thalassa and Lysander's 'couple's feast,' feeling increasingly full from their display of affection. Lydia's desperate glance found Fitch, seeking his support.
Fitch, catching her plea, quickly averted his gaze and made a beeline for the kitchen, acknowledging his role as an unwanted presence. But while he could escape, Lydia could not.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith Fitch gone, Lydia felt even more awkward, resorting to covering her eyes, pretending to be oblivious to the world around her. Unbeknownst to her, Thalassa and Lysander were lost in their own bubble, unaffected by her discomfort.
After Thalassa's confession, Lysander's icy demeanor softened, his voice low and warm, "Chere." He reached out his hand, and Thalassa, with a radiant smile, walked over, placing her hand in his. Lysander pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist and seating her on his lap. His hand gently caressed her face as he looked into her eyes, whispering, "I'll remember what you said forever. No backing out." Thalassa laid her hand over his, letting his rough fingers tenderly trace her cheek, "Yeah, make sure you remember, so I won't have reasons to." Lydia, though she had covered her eyes, could hear everything. A shiver ran through her as she dared to peek through her fingers.
Oh my, the sight of Thalassa sitting on Lysander's lap, with his arm
her face, was too intimate, sending Lydia's heart racing around her and his hand car
What had she stumbled upon? It felt like she was witnessing a reallife romange unfold before her eyes.
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