Chapter 1517


    Rosalind had grown ustomed 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 mee 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.


    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 ustomed to giving orders, not taking them. How could she have thought that her mere


    month ofpanionship could make him reliant on her and make him heed her words?


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    Rosalind was suddenly bing lucid. The more she realized, the heavier her heart felt, tangled


    with a sour difort.


    Securing a ce in Lysander''s heart now seemed an even more daunting task.


    Fitch 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 Thssa the same way


    when she was at Royal Estates?"


    She couldn''t understand why she wasparing herself to Thssa—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 topare


    oneself to a lover''s ex. No matter who was better off, she''d lose if shepared in that way.


    After all, Thssa 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.


    Thssa argued with Lysander and wasn''t cast out of Royal Estates? She even cooked for herself?


    Her position was that of thedy 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 Thssa did.


    Only someone Lysander cherished could boldly argue with him.