Chapter 1608


    ric Falconer deftly caught the lettuce she tossed his way and dunked it into the hotpot, his smile unwavering. "I didn''t say a thing. You''re the one jumping to conclusions."


    "See? Always acting innocent and then ying the me game. Good thing I cut my losses early," Hertha Kensington huffed, rolling her eyes at ric.


    Words spoken without intent, heard with deep meaning.


    Hertha''s remark momentarily froze ric, his heart tightening as he turned his slender, hawk-like gaze towards her.


    A shadow of sorrow and depth lingered in his eyes.


    Was it his fault that Hertha wouldn''t be with him?


    Did her words mean her affection for him started with his looks but ended with his personality?


    "Why are you looking at me like that? I''m just stating the facts! Go ask any of your exes, they all think the same," Hertha said between bites, never missing a chance to tease him.


    After all, ric had a thick skin; nothing she said could truly upset him.


    Teasing him was Hertha''s favorite pastime.


    ric just tugged at the corners of his mouth silently and continued to add more ingredients to the hotpot.


    Now that he knew why Hertha had pulled away, all he had to do was adjust his behavior to match her preferences. It was better than being clueless as before, he thought to himself.


    Meanwhile, Reginald Whitman was speeding toward Starhaven Hospital, with Rosalind and Thssa seated in the back. Rosalind kept her distance from Thssa, envious of the attention Lysander showed Thssa over her.


    Rosalind couldn''t hide her difort any longer. "Bro, Thssa has to work. Why drag her along?"


    "You know she''s your sister. Dad''sN?velDrama.Org owns all content.


    been most worried about her. If he''s on hisst breath, having Thssa by his side would mean he could die peacefully," Reginald replied, his grip on the steering wheel firm.


    "Stop talking nonsense! Dad''s going to be fine," Rosalind snapped back, eager to ward off any bad luck Reginald''s words might bring.


    Thssa remained silent, her brows knit together in worry, her hands unconsciously tightening around each other.


    Though her rtionship with Joshua


    Whitman was distant, it was Joshua


    who had facilitated her reuniork with Car, allowing her the chance to


    care for Lysander.


    Deep down, Thssa was grateful to Joshua.


    Over the past three years, Joshua had found various reasons to visit her, always treating her kindly and with warmth.


    She didn''t feel a strong attachment to Joshua, but she didn''t dislike him either.


    Hearing Reginald mention Joshua''s potential death made her heart clench with worry.


    Arriving at the hospital, the three rushed towards the emergency room, where Matilda was already waiting anxiously.


    Beside her a man in a bespoke


    ck suit exuded a stern andmanding presence from his


    wheelchair. His profile was strikingly handsome, with sharp, elegant features.


    It was Lysander!


    The sight of him made Thssa''s breath catch, her already anxious heart skipping a beat.