NovelEnglishRosalind had grown accustomed to the wave of joy that would wash over Lysander every tshe visited Royal Estates. And she also preconceived this belief that she was Lysander's rock, his sole reason for venturing outside.
But today was different. Rosalind panicked in an instant, as if something were slowly slipping away from her hand.
"I'm out discussing business with my executive assistant, so grab slunch on your own," Lysander spoke with patience.
"Where are you? Letcfind you. I worry about you being out alone..." Rosalind's voice was soft and caring.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"With my executive assistant here, there's nothing to worry about. Be good and have lunch on your own," Lysander replied before hanging up the call.
Sitting on the living room sofa at Royal Estates, Rosalind had barely mustered the courage to insist on joining Lysander when she realized he had already ended the call.
He was so authoritative that he wouldn't even let her finish her sentence. In that moment, Rosalind was struck by the realization of whom she was dealing with-Lysander, a man of immense power, who could turn the tide with a mere flick of his wrist.
He was accustomed to giving orders, not taking them. How could she have thought that her mere month of companionship could make him reliant on her and make him heed her words? Lysander's temporary inability to stand or walk didn't make him cripple or live depend upon others.
Rosalind was suddenly becoming lucid. The more she realized, the heavier her heart felt, tangled with a sour discomfort.
Securing a place in Lysander's heart now seemed an even more daunting task.
Fitch and the staff meticulously served a steaming meal at the dining table, politely nodding, "Ms. Whitman, lunch is served." Lifting her gaze, Rosalind's eyes shimmered with distress, "Did you serve Thalassa the sway when she was at Royal Estates?" She couldn't understand why she was comparing herself to Thalassa-perhaps she was losing her mind. But at this moment, the words just popped into her head, and without much thought, she asked this question.
NOW PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES ON As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Everyone knows it's foolish to compare oneself to a lover's ex. No matter who was better off, she'd lose if she compared in that way. After all, Thalassa and Lysander shared a profound history and four adorable children.
What did she and Lysander have? Aside from her decade-long unrequited love for Lysander, there was absolutely nothing.
"Never mind, forget I asked," Rosalind said in sorrow.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYet, Fitch answered, "Ms. Whitman, when Ms. Everhart was here, it depended on different tscales. Sometimes Lysander would have us attend to her meticulously, and other times he'd order us not to interfere. We didn't dare to do anything when they argued, so Ms. Everhart would then cook for herself..." Rosalind hadn't wanted an answer. But Fitch's detailed response only deepened the wound in her somber heart.
Thalassa argued with Lysander and we wasn't cast out of Royal Estates? She even cooked for herself? Her position was that of the lady of the house!
How many dared to argue with Lysander in the world? How many could actually stand up to him? Most would bend over backward to please him.
Who would dare to argue?
But Thalassa did. S'a''h th (F)indNivil.et website on Googly to access chapters of early and in the highest quality. Only someone Lysander cherished could boldly argue with him.
X
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
