Chapter 1619
Lydia clutched Thssa''s hand, her fingers trembling slightly with nerves as she whispered, "Was that guy really the father of your kids?" "Yeah, that''s Lysander," Thssa confirmed.
"Oh my gosh, so he really is ourmander! I thought it was just a coincidence of names." Lydia gasped in shock.
Her excitement mixed with anxiety, Lydia confessed, "When I was in the army, Lysander was our unit''smander, and I was one of his soldiers. After he was discharged, I never got the chance to see him again. And now, to think I''m about to treat him like ab rat..."
That was her former boss, a devilishly tough training officer. How could she not be nervous about not only meeting him again but also having to administer injections to him?
It made sense now why Lydia had saluted Lysander so formally upon seeing him; Thssa finally understood the reason behind Lydia''s unusual behavior earlier.
Trying to offer somefort, Thssa said, "Try to rx, just think of him as any other guy."
"But he''s not just any other guy, how can I possibly do that?" Lydia struggled to find her calm.
"Listen," Thssa held Lydia''s hand tighter, trying to offer sce, "the person you''re treating now isn''t yourmander; it''s Lysander, the father of my children. Just think about helping me by treating my kids'' dad, and maybe that will help you rx."
"Alright, I''ll give it a shot." Lydia took a deep breath, attempting to adjust her mindset.
After spending a few moments collecting herself in the restroom, Lydia emerged with a resolved expression and a determined look in her eyes, ready to face whatever came next.
Thssa quickly followed her out.
Lysander was still waiting by the sofa, with Rosalind having taken a seat next to him, iming the spot beside Lysander for herself.
Both of them watched as Lydia and Thssa approached.
Lydia took a chair and ced it in front of Lysander, saying, "Commander, could you please extend your arm?"
Lysander did as asked.
Just as Lydia was about to check his pulse, her hand paused momentarily, overwhelmed by her past reverence and awe for Lysander, making her hesitant to touch him.
Some people are ced on such a high pedestal in your heart that even the slightest touch can send your heart racing and your cheeks flushing. But the pausested only a second, and Lydia managed to grasp Lysander''s wrist to take his pulse.
The moment of contact indeed made her heart flutter, but Lydia focused, steadying her breathing and her heartbeat, trying to calm herself down.Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.
However, the more she tried to calm her nerves, the more erratic her breathing and heartbeat became, even affecting her ability to urately measure his pulse.
To get a proper reading, Lydia''s hands kept exploring Lysander''s wrist, seeking the right spot.
Rosalind, watching from the side, couldn''t help feeling uneasy at the sight of Lydia handling Lysander''s hand. She coldly remarked, "Is this supposed to be a medical examination? It looks more like you''re taking advantage of him.
Seems like anyone can pretend to be
a doctor these days." Content
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Jealousy and irritation doubled in Rosalind''s heart as another woman seemed to be encroaching on Lysander''s attention.
Lydia, feeling misunderstood and
irked, shot Rosalind a sharp look Rosaling''s usation, however, inadvertently calmed Lydia down, helping her finally find Lysander''s pulse and focus on her task.
"You''re putting on an act now?" Rosalind scoffed.
"Don''t talk; you''ll distract the doctor and affect her judgment," Thssa had to interject, urging Rosalind to keep quiet.
Lydia''s fumbling with Lysander''s
wrist didn''t raise any suspicion for Thssa, she knew Lydia was just too nervous and struggling to find the pulse due to her immense respect for Lysander.
"Others might be eyeing Lysander, but you act as if it''s nothing to you. You must not have any real feelings for Lysander," Rosalind snidelymented to Thssa.
Lysander''s gaze lifted, meeting Thssa''s eyes.