Chapter 1517Rosalind had grown accustomed to the wave of joy that would wash over Lysander every time she
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 some lunch on your own,”
Lysander spoke with patience.
“Where are you? Let me come find you. I worry about you being out alone…” Rosalind’s voice was
soft and caring.
“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.
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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.
Contents belong to NovelDrama.OrgFitch 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 same way
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.
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.
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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.
Yet, Fitch answered, “Ms. Whitman, when Ms. Everhart was here, it depended on different time
scales. 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 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.
Only someone Lysander cherished could boldly argue with him.
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