Chapter 1477


    "Of course," Fitch nodded, backing out of the room and gently closing the door behind him.


    Zephyr handed a spoonful of medicine to Rosalind. "Here, you give Lysander his medicine."


    "Oh, uh..." Rosalind blinked, a bit dazed by the sudden task, but quickly took the spoon from


    Zephyr''s hand.


    She walked over and sat beside Lysander''s bed, scooping up a spoonful of the liquid and carefully


    bringing it to his lips.


    Just as the spoon touched his mouth, the medicine dribbled out, spilling down his chin and onto his


    neck.


    "I''m so sorry, I didn''t realize Lysander wouldn''t open his mouth," Rosalind gasped, hastily setting the


    medicine on the nightstand and grabbing a tissue to wipe the spill from his neck. She was


    inexperienced in caregiving, her movements awkward and frantic.


    Zephyr watched from the sidelines, his voice deep and seasoned with age. "Do you know how


    Thssa usually administers his medicine?"


    Rosalind, having finished wiping Lysander’s face clean, stood up and silently shook her head. She


    had never seen Thssa give Lysander his medicine and obviously had no idea.


    "She uses her mouth," Zephyr said simply.


    Rosalind''s eyes widened slightly, the words ''uses her mouth'' striking her not only as a shock but as


    a blow.


    She knew that Thssa looked after Lysander at the Royal Estates, but she had never imagined


    their rtionship to be so intimate.


    Her mother had told her that Thssa was just like any other servant at the estate, dealing only


    with the trivialities of Lysander''s care. She hadn''t expected such closeness between them!


    Rosalind had harbored a crush on Lysander since her teenage years, and now, the thought of her


    beloved exchanging daily kisses with another woman soured her heart.


    "If you''ve decided to marry Lysander, you must understand everything about him and ept his


    entire past," Zephyr said earnestly.


    He didn''t intend to hide the fact of Lysander''s rtionship with Thssa.


    The call to Rosalind''s mother, revealing that Lysander would awaken in two months, was to honor a


    three-year-old marriage agreement with the Whitman family.


    If the Whitman family couldn''t ept Lysander''s three-yeara or his history with another


    woman, Zephyr wouldn''t force the issue. There were plenty of heiresses eager for a chance with


    Lysander.


    If Rosalind was unwilling, Zephyr would not hesitate to call off the engagement on Lysander''s behalf


    to avoid wasting his time.


    If Rosalind could ept it, he would fully support her union with Lysander; if not, he would find


    someone else for Lysander.


    Rosalind looked at Zephyr''s serious face and listened to his solemn words. She was smart enough


    to understand that he was presenting her with a choice.


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    After a few seconds of hesitation, she responded with conviction, "I know about Lysander and


    Thssa''s past rtionship, and that they have four children together. I can ept and embrace all


    of Lysander''s past, and if I marry him, I will love those four children as if they were my own."


    Zephyr was looking for just this kind of attitude. Hearing her assertiveness, his expression softened.


    "Alright, go on and give Lysander the medicine. Use your mouth; you''ll have to get used to it."


    Rosalind didn''t hesitate. "Okay."


    She turned back, picked up the medicine, took a sip, and leaned toward Lysander''s lips, bending


    down slowly.


    As she drew closer, Rosalind felt Lysander''s robust breath on her face, his masculine scent making


    her heart race.


    Before their lips could even touch, her heart was already in chaos. She found herself almost eager,


    longing for the sensation of kissing him.


    Just as Rosalind''s lips were about to meet Lysander''s, a deep cough rumbled up from his throat.