Chapter 1732


    Thssa was glued to her tablet screen, her gaze locked on Lysander''s strikingly handsome face


    through the digital barrier, staring into his deep, mysterious eyes. Despite knowing that Lysander


    was about to marry Rosalind, Thssa couldn''t help but wonder if Lysander truly liked Rosalind.


    At that moment, under the watchful eyes of the public, Lysander''s gaze, as unfathomable as a ck


    hole capable of consuming Thssa''s soul, fixated on the camera. He parted his lips slightly and


    finally spoke, "This is a matter between us, it''s none of anyone else''s business." His voice, low and


    maic, carried an immense deterrence, leaving his statement ambiguously impactful and


    silencing any further curiosity.


    The reporter, somewhat disheartened, retracted the microphone, "Wishing Mr. Sinir and your


    future wife a lifetime of happiness." Then, the camera shifted away to Joshua, continuing the


    interview elsewhere.


    In that second, as Lysander''s profound gaze was cut off, Thssa felt like her soul had been set


    free, her heart skipping a beat as she was jolted back to reality, her breathing instinctively


    quickening.


    "This Lysander, still so arrogant. Why couldn''t he just answer the reporter''s question directly?"


    Hertha, disappointed, grabbed the tablet and turned it off, "Enough of this, what''s the point? The


    Whitman and the Sinir family drama, it''s like they''re the only news worth following. Why should


    we care?"


    Hertha vented out, turning to see Thssa''s difort. She moved closer, cing aforting


    hand on Thssa''s shoulder, "Thssa, there are plenty of good men out there. Lysander''s loss,


    not yours. Now that he''s getting married, you''re free to find someone truly worth your time."


    Thssa swallowed hard, her thoughts returning to the scene she witnessed at Royal Estates the


    previous evening, feeling a pang of sorrow. She raised her hand, wiping her face as if to erase the


    sadness. "Right, Lysander''s marriage is his business. By the way, how are things with you and


    ric?" Thssa changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on Lysander and Rosalind''s impending


    marriage any longer.


    "ric''s been acting like he''s got cold feet. It''s been days with no word from him. My mom even


    thought it would be a good test for him, but I bet after he returned to the Falconer''s, he just doesn''t


    want to leave!" Hertha finished her rant, grabbing a ss of water from the coffee table and gulping


    it down. She had thought ric was eager to marry her, but his silence since returning home proved


    otherwise. Hertha''s irritation was palpable.


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    "Let''s go out for dinner," Thssa suggested, understanding Hertha''s mood wasn''t much better


    than her own. "Sure, let''s turn our sorrows into appetite and have a feast," Hertha replied.


    At the Falconer Mansion, amidst the Falconer family''s estate, ric looked around cautiously. Not


    seeing his mother, he sneaked into Angelina''s study and shut the door, beginning his search. Ever


    since Hertha''s mother had told him she agreed to their marriage, ric had used his grandfather''s


    name as an excuse to return to the Falconer household. He hadn''t mentioned his engagement to


    Hertha to his family, knowing his mother, Angelina, would never approve. Better to secure the


    marriage certificate first and deal with the consequencester. He had searched his mother''s room,


    his father''s study, and now hoped luck would be on his side in his mother''s study.