Chapter 1493


    As soon as Thssa finished her question, she saw Reginald twist around in his seat, waving


    towards the door. “Rosalind, over here!”


    Following his gesture, Thssa noticed Rosalind, dressed a crisp white blouse paired with a sleek


    ck pencil skirt, her hair cascading over her shoulders. With an aura of elegance and intelligence,


    she maneuvered a wheelchair towards them.


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    Seated in the wheelchair was a man initially obscured by the door. As Rosalind pushed him closer,


    Thssa finally got a good look at him. With striking features and amanding presence, even


    seated, he radiated an air of undeniable charisma and authority.


    d in a tailor-made ck suit, he seemed to eclipse everything around him, his piercing gaze


    locking onto Thssa, making the air around them feel almost solid.


    Despite being in a wheelchair, his majestic aura remained unaffected.


    Thssa’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of him!


    It was Lysander!


    Why was he in a wheelchair? Did it mean that even though he had regained consciousness, he


    ended up disabled?


    As Thssa stared at Lysander, she found herself frozen, her usually steady heart now racing as


    though it might leap out of her chest. It had been three years since theirst real encounter. His


    eyes, still as deep and mesmerizing as ever, seemed capable of drawing one’s soul into their


    depths.


    As they locked eyes, Thssa’s heart raced even faster, her breathing bingbored.


    “Rosalind, Mr. Sinir, wee. Please have a seat,” Reginald said, standing up to greet them.


    Callum, seizing the moment, also rose from his seat.


    The dining table was rectangr, with Callum and Reginald initially seated on one of the longer


    sides and Thssa opposite them. With the arrival of Lysander and Rosalind, a rearrangement was


    necessary to amodate Lysander’s wheelchair, which required more space.


    Quick to adapt, Callum moved to sit next to Thssa, allowing Lysander to face them across the


    table, with Reginald and Rosalind sitting opposite each other to ensure everyone could fit.


    Taking the initiative, Callum signaled for the waiter to bring two more sets of silverware. With a


    smile, he addressed Lysander across the table, “Mr. Sinir, it’s been a while. After three years, you


    still seem as imposing as ever.”


    Lysander didn’t even spare Callum a nce; his intense gaze remained fixed on Thssa, making


    her feel almost suffocated under its weight.


    Initially, Thssa had managed to meet Lysander’s gaze, but as time passed, she couldn’t


    withstand the pressure and diverted her eyes, nervously sping her hands together on the table.


    “Lysander, the doctor mentioned you should increase your calcium intake. Try some shrimp,”


    Rosalind suggested tenderly, cing a shrimp in Lysander’s bowl.


    Lysander?


    The way she said his name was incredibly endearing. Even Thssa, upon hearing such words, felt


    a softening in her heart. Surely, Lysander must relish being addressed so affectionately.


    Had Rosalind been taking care of him all this while?


    Thssa felt a pang of difort at the thought.


    “Thssa, you should have some shrimp too. You’ve always loved them,” Callum interjected,


    cing a peeled shrimp in her bowl – a gesture of care he had taken upon himself.


    Thssa caught her breath, instinctively ncing towards Lysander.