Chapter 1495


    Wasn''t this exactly what she had always wanted?


    Thssa''s breath grew heavy, her heart constricted with a pain she couldn''t hide. She averted her


    gaze, continuing to peel the shrimp in her hands, trying her hardest not to look at Lysander and


    Rosalind.


    "Rosalind, tone it down, will you? We''re in public. When you two get home, you can show affection


    to your fiancé however you want. We''ve got a whole crowd here and dinner hasn''t even started.


    Don''t fill up on your lovey-dovey nonsense before we''ve even eaten." Reginald joked, seemingly


    advising Rosalind to keep it low-key, but to Thssa, it felt like a severe blow.


    Lysander was Rosalind''s fiancé?


    The thought pierced Thssa''s already aching heart sharply.


    Rosalind and Lysander were engaged?


    Such big news, and Joshua hadn’t told her. And he wanted to make up for neglecting her? It was all


    lies.


    Whenever she and Rosalind had conflicts, Joshua was always secretly supporting Rosalind, wasn’t


    he? Even arranging her children''s father to be engaged to Rosalind.


    Thssa felt like a clown, trampled into the mud over and over again, a spectacle for others''


    amusement.


    The shrimp in her hand suddenly felt unbearably heavy; something so light now seemed impossible


    to hold.


    "Bro, focus on your meal. No one asked you listen to us," Rosalind yfully scolded Reginald, even


    putting a piece of steak into his bowl as if to quiet him, yet her face was alight with joy at his teasing.


    "Getting shy over this? What will you do on your wedding night, hide under the bed out of


    embarrassment?" Reginald teased Rosalind further.


    The mention of the wedding night was like a hammer brutally striking Thssa''s heart. She could


    no longer stay seated. Setting down her shrimp, she grabbed a napkin to wipe her hands, her face


    pale as she said, "Excuse me, I''m feeling a bit unwell. Please, go on without me. I should leave."


    "Rosalind has a degree in design. I was thinking she could provide some feedback for your


    company''s designs. Don''t you want to hear it?" Reginald mentioned.


    Thssa nced at Lysander involuntarily. His smile had vanished, his gaze deep and


    unfathomable, seemingly fixed on something beyond Rosalind. His handsome face was cold, not


    even sparing her a sidelong nce.


    Feeling suffocated, Thssa looked at Rosalind and said, "Ms. Whitman, take your time. If you


    have any feedback, just text me. I really need to rest, but please, enjoy your meal."


    With that, she turned and left.


    "Thssa, you don''t look well. Let me walk you out," Callum offered, rising to apany her.


    Lysander''s grip tightened on his chair, his presence chilling.


    "Lysander, have some hot meal, warm yourself up," Reginald said as hedled some hearty fish


    chowder into a bowl and set it before him.


    "You''ve just started to recover; you need to stay rxed. Stress isn’t good for your recovery,"


    Reginald advised.


    "Really, Lysander, your health is what matters most," Rosalind chimed in, encouraging him.


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    Lysander''s icy gaze softened, his tense expression rxing slightly as he replied in a low, resonant


    voice, "I''m perfectly fine. What makes you think I''m not?"


    Rosalind and Reginald paused, exchanging looks.


    Rosalind smiled and said, "Then eat up, have some chowder to nourish yourself."