Chapter 1555


    As they gently lowered the wheelchair to the ground, Thssa let out a sigh of relief. Assisting David with the makeshift wheelchair had proved to be


    a bit of a workout,


    No sooner had she exhaled a weary breath than Lysander''s deep gaze found hers, just as she looked his way.


    "I''m not saying you''re heavy; it''s just been a while since I''ve done any physical work, feeling a bit out of shape," Thssa quickly rified, hoping


    Lysander wouldn''t think she wasining about his weight.


    Who knew his weight better than she did? For three years, she had carried him to his wheelchair, into the shower, and back to bed every single day.


    She never once thought of him as a burden.


    Especially today, with David''s help, she had even less reason toin


    "You''ll get your chance to exercise once my leg''s better,” Lysander quipped, diverting his gaze as he pushed his wheelchair forward.


    Thssa instantly got the hidden meaning behind his words, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and irritation


    Did Lysander think he could say such provocative things just because they were on his turf? As if he and Rosalind were an item! Why was he making


    these flirtatious jokes with her?


    Feeling awkward, Thssa snapped back to reality only to find David watching her with a mix of amusement and curiosity, making her feel even more


    ufortable.


    She tried to deflect, "David, standing so firm in your role as assistant, you must know which scandals to delve into and which to avoid, right?"


    "Of course, I never gossip about Mr. Sinir''s personal affairs,” David imed, though his grin suggested otherwise. He then hurried after Lysander.


    Thssa felt even more out of ce.


    She regretteding to Royal Estates.


    Lysander, with hismanding presence, was untouchable, and now on his own grounds, he seemed even more formidable.


    And she felt like a rabbit in a lion''s den,pletely at his mercy.


    Fuming, Thssa clenched her fist at Lysander''s retreating back and followed them inside.


    "Lysander David, Ms. .." Fitch ~~


    began, ready to greet Ms. Whitman,


    but upen seeing who it was, quickly


    corrected himself: "Ms. Everhart,


    wee back."


    To Fitch''s surprise and delight, it wasn''t Rosalind who returned with Lysander.


    "Have the kitchen prepare lunch," Lysander ordered


    "Right away! Ms. Everhart, you love seafood, I''ll let the kitchen know to make some,” Fitch dered before dashing off to the kitchen.


    Thssa


    She wanted to call after Fitch but it was toote; she was only at Royal Estates for a work discussion, not to stay for lunch.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    "Mr. Sinir, the jewelry


    craftsmanship isn''t that


    complicated. I can cover it in half an


    hour, and-it''s only 10:30 am, "she


    reminded him, hinting at the cuirent


    timeas if to say lunch at 11 was too


    ear?y.  ~~


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    She wanted to make it clear she didn''t n to stay for lunch


    Lysander cast amanding nce towards David, "You can take off now."


    David paused, then understanding Lysander''s intent, nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Sinir.”


    With that, he left Royal Estates.


    Having worked with Lysander for years, David knew his boss well. Inviting Thssa over was definitely not just about business.


    He wasn''t about to stick around and third-wheel


    Sensing what was happening, Thssa quickly followed David, "David, wait up. Let''s leave together. I''ll be quick with Mr. Sinir''s briefing..."


    If David left, how would she get back? Was she expected to walk out and hail a cab? That would be an hour''s walk to the nearest taxi stand.


    "Ms. Everhart, I''m off the clock now,


    and I ve got other things to attend to.


    Can’ twait, sorry," David excused


    himself, practically sprinting’ away.