Chapter 1728


    En route to Royal Estates, Thssa rehearsed her apology to Lysander in her mind, trying to


    untangle the misunderstanding that had lingered between them for years. She had once wrongfully


    used him of being behind her mother''s demise, a plot actually orchestrated by Callum, leaving


    Lysander unfairly med. She knew she owed him an apology for her coldness.


    Feeling somewhat prepared, her car pulled up at the gates of Royal Estates. Stepping out, she


    approached the security guard, "I''m Thssa, I need to see Lysander."


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    "Ms. Everhart, pleasee in," the guard replied, respectfully ushering her through.


    To Thssa''s surprise, her ess to Royal Estates remained unrestricted. The mansion''s doors


    stood weingly open, light spilling out into the night, creating a beacon of warmth in the


    darkness.


    Ascending the stone steps, Thssa''s eyes immediately searched for Lysander. Spotting him


    seated near the couch, her heart began to race, but before words could escape her, Rosalind


    appeared. Dressed in a silk nightgown, her hair damp, she moved with a grace that captivated the


    room, settling beside Lysander with a familiarity that spoke volumes. Her gaze on him was filled with


    an unspoken promise, her smileden with allure.


    "Lysander, it''s gettingte, we should head to bed," she whispered, her voice a melody of


    temptation.


    The sight struck Thssa hard, her steps faltering, her heart pounding. Rosalind, in such intimate


    proximity to Lysander, suggested a closeness Thssa hadn''t anticipated.


    Lysander, catching a glimpse of Thssa, softened momentarily before responding to Rosalind,


    "Alright, help me to the elevator, let''s call it a night."


    His response felt like a dagger to Thssa''s heart, her pain so acute it stifled her breath. With no


    courage left to confront what she had seen, she turned and left Royal Estates behind.


    As she stepped outside, tears breached her defenses, the chill night air entuating the sting of


    her emotions, mirroring the cold despair enveloping her heart.


    She hade to clear the air, to seek forgiveness for her unjust usations against him. Instead,


    she witnessed a moment of intimacy between Lysander and Rosalind, rendering her intentions


    meaningless. Lysander''s life had moved on, with or without her understanding, their shared past no


    longer bearing significance.


    Even if she rified the misunderstandings, it seemed futile now. Lysander and Rosalind were a


    unit, likely engaged, their lives intertwined far beyond what Thssa had anticipated.


    Understanding the unspoken intimacy of their interaction, Thssa''s heart ached with a profound


    sorrow. She had braced herself for this possibility, yet witnessing their closeness firsthand left her


    breathless with grief.


    "Ms. Everhart, are you leaving? Do you need a ride?" the guard asked, his concern evident as


    Thssa hurried past, a clear reflection of her turmoil.