Chapter 1652


    The moment Thssa spotted Lysander entering the room, her heart skipped a beat, seizing up as


    if caught in a freeze frame.


    Turning around, she found herself locked into Lysander''s icy, profound gaze. His eyes were like two


    dark voids, capable of sucking in anyone''s soul with their chilling depth.


    A sudden stiffness took over Thssa''s body when she realized her hand, holding a teacup, was


    inches away from brushing against Callum''s, who was also holding his cup. The proximity of their


    hands was unspokenly intimate.


    She quickly withdrew her hand, ncing back at Lysander only to find his attention had already


    shifted away. His deep voice broke the silence, directed at ric, "Cut the random calls. If this


    happens again, you know the consequences."


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    With that, he wheeled himself away, leaving a tense atmosphere in his wake.


    "Lysander, I swear I wasn''t lying. Thssa really did go MIA for a while. How was I supposed to


    know she was just asleep at home?" ric''s voice carried a mix of frustration and innocence, but it


    was met with nothing but the sound of Lysander''s retreating wheels.


    David, who had followed Lysander in, caught the tail end of the exchange. Feeling slightly awkward,


    he shot ric and Thssa a sympathetic look before hurrying out after Lysander.


    From the moment Lysander had appeared, Hertha found herself on edge, her grip on ric''s arm


    tightening unconsciously. Only when Lysander had left did she realize how closely she was holding


    onto him.


    ric winced slightly at the grip, turning to face Hertha. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, it


    felt as though sparks flew between them.


    Hertha was mesmerized by ric''s captivating eyes, shining with an almost fox-like allure. Her


    heart raced uncontrobly, thumping loudly as if on a rollercoaster of emotions.


    ric, observing her flustered state, couldn''t help but notice how her cheeks had flushed a rosy red,


    reminiscent of a ripe apple.


    His gaze inadvertently drifted to her hand on his arm, a gesture usually reserved for couples. Her


    tight grasp sparked a sliver of hope in ric''s heart.


    Unintentional actions were often the truest reflections of one''s feelings, ric mused. Hertha''s grip


    on his arm, was it a sign she harbored feelings for him?


    Just as ric was about to revel in the thought, Hertha, catching her breath, realized the intimacy of


    their posture. She quickly released her grip and scooted away, her gaze flitting away as she


    stammered, "Lysander''s presence is just so overpowering. I couldn''t help but feel intimidated, you


    know. Even in a wheelchair, hemands such respect..."


    Hertha nced sideways at ric, gauging his reaction.


    As the warmth and pressure of her grip left his arm, ric felt a void form in his heart. Swallowing


    hard, he averted his gaze, muttering, "There''s nothing to be afraid of."


    It was a clumsy attempt to ease the awkwardness between them.


    "You''re just as scared, don''t pretend," Hertha retorted with a roll of her eyes.


    ric wondered, was his apprehension towards Lysander that obvious? He felt a twinge of


    embarrassment and subconsciously touched his nose.


    Watching Lysander''s retreating figure, Thssa''s gaze turned distant. The remnants of tears in her


    eyes began to sting again.


    Her fists clenched involuntarily, her breathing grew heavy. Lysander''s brief appearance had ignited


    a spark of hope in her, only for it to be extinguished as swiftly as he left. Not a word was exchanged


    between them, and yet, his departure left her feeling as though she had been cast into an abyss,


    gasping for air amidst the pain.