Chapter 1504


    "You don''t need to worry about these things. Just focus on your sses," Lysander said to Rosalind


    with a calm voice, like an older brother reassuring his little sister.


    Rosalind didn''t respond; she just gazed intently at Lysander. She admired his strikingly handsome


    profile, the deep-set eyes framed by longshes, the prominent nose, and his thin, sensuous lips.


    He was so stunningly handsome with an air of aristocratic coldness.


    Rosalind felt her heart flutter just as it did when she was fifteen. She was still smitten with him and


    filled with a girlish infatuation.


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    But this perfect, breathtakingly handsome man didn''t belong to her.


    In her heart, Rosalind felt a mix of loss and deep-seated frustration. She had been better educated


    than Thssa, had more refined manners, and even her presence was more dignified.


    She also looked more stunning than Thssa.


    And yet, why Lysander favored Thssa over her?


    Taking a deep breath to soothe the ache in her heart, Rosalind suddenly asked, "Is it because


    Thssa''s eyes remind you of my sister?"


    Lysander, who had been typing a message to his head of security on his phone, paused abruptly at


    her words. Looking up at her with a serious expression, he said sternly, "I hope I don''t hear you say


    that again!"


    Rosalind''s heart skipped a beat as she saw the hidden anger in Lysander''s eyes, realizing she had


    misspoken. She hurriedly apologized, "I''m sorry, Lysander. I won''t say it again."


    She knew all too well that her sister was a taboo subject for Lysander; mentioning her sister,


    especially out of jealousy towards Thssa, was a grave mistake.


    After apologizing, Rosalind still felt uneasy, sensing the chilly atmosphere around Lysander and not


    daring to look at him anymore.


    ...


    Thssa, her heart aching and breath heavy, made it to the front door of the vi and realized


    Callum had been following her all along.


    With a weary voice, she said, "Mr. Gordon, thank you for being willing to go to great lengths to save


    me earlier. I''m really tired today and would like to rest. I’ll treat you with dinner the other day."


    "There''s no need for thanks between us. Just go inside and rest. I won''t disturb you, I just want to


    make sure you''re safe. I''ll leave once I see you''re inside," Callum said, his tone gentle and


    reassuring. He was always giving people a sense of warmth like the caring big boy living next door.


    Thssa nodded, thanked him again, and went inside.


    Callum reminded her to lock the door behind her.


    Once Thssa had closed the door, Callum turned to leave. The moment he turned around, the


    smiling look in his eyes faded to a more somber, serious expression.


    Driving his car, Callum dialed a number he hadn''t called in three years. He was prepared for it to be


    disconnected, but to his surprise, the call connected, ringing persistently.


    Patiently waiting, Callum was about to hang up, thinking it wouldn''t be answered, when suddenly, a


    woman''s voice, calm yet tinged with madness, came through.


    "Mr. Gordon, you''ve finally called. It''s been three years. I''ve been waiting for your call!"


    "Where are you?" Callum asked through clenched teeth.