Chapter 1595


    Thssa watched as Rosalind held Lysander''s hand in such a natural, intimate way, without any sign of wanting to pull away. It was clear this wasn''t their first time sharing such a touch; only familiarity could breed such effortless intimacy.


    Suddenly, Thssa remembered how Lysander used to react to any woman''s touch, including idental ones, with anger and demands for ountability. Susan was a prime example; her attempts to touch Lysander often ended with her being metaphorically kicked to the curb. Yet now, Lysander seemed perfectlyfortable with Rosalind''s touch.


    It was obvious he had grown to ept, even wee, Rosalind''s touch, moving beyond mere tolerance to preference. Realizing this, Thssa felt a heavy weight press down on her heart, a dull ache that made it hard to breathe. She held her breath, trying to suppress the pain, striving for an air of indifference. But reason couldn''t suppress the truth in her heart.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g


    "Since he''s okay, I''ll be heading back now," Thssa said weakly, preparing to leave. She didn''t have the courage to stay and witness more of Rosalind and Lysander''s intimacy. Although Lysander had mentioned that Zephyr''s decision didn''t reflect his own, he hadn''t rified his intentions regarding marrying Rosalind. Perhaps he didn''t want to wait for next year; maybe he nned to marry Rosalind sooner for her peace of mind, even going as far as to eliminate Susan for Rosalind''s sake.


    Thssa couldn''t forget how Lysander had defended Rosalind against Susan''s threats with such resolve, as if Thssa''s life mattered little to him. Rosalind truly was his heart''s desire; he probably couldn''t wait to marry her.


    As Thssa turned to leave, no one tried to stop her. Matilda watched her go, a flicker of hatred in her eyes. Thssa''s mere presence was a constant reminder that her husband had been with another woman, an obstacle in her heart she couldn''t overlook.


    Rosalind initially ignored Thssa, but followed bysander''s gaze until Thssa was out of sight. Snapping back to reality, Rosalind noticed Lysander still looking in Thssa''s direction, feeling a sting of jealousy. Yet, for the sake of appearances, she smiled warmly at Lysander, "Lysander, my dad will be out soon. Let me move you to the side."


    As she reached for the wheelchair''s handle, Lysander''s deep voice interjected, "No need, I can manage You all take care of Joshua. I


    wouldn''t want to be in the way


    with my mobility issues." Saying so, he began pushing his wheelchair towards the end of the hallway.


    Rosalind, wanting to follow, was stopped by Matilda, who advised, "Your father is the priority right now. And give Lysander some space. With men, you need to maintain a bnce, not cling too tightly The tighter you cling, the more they want to escape."


    "How do you know that?" Rosalind replied, her tone a mix of frustration and disbelief.


    "I''ve lived it, dear. Look at your father, a sessful man who chose me and has been with me all his life," Matilda said with a hint of pride.


    "And yet, he still had a child with another woman," Rosalind retorted, her voiceced with bitterness and prejudice against Thssa.


    "What are you trying to do, stab me in the heart?" Matilda replied, hurt by Rosalind''s words.