Chapter 1752


    Thssa''s heart clenched, tension radiating through her as she awaited Lysander''s response.


    "What did you just say?" Lysander''s voice, low and maic, cut through the silence. Although it might have been too soft for others, Thssa was right in front of him, hearing every word clearly.


    She blinked, suddenly realizing Lysander had asked her a question. The words she had spoken didn''t seem to have registered with him. Locking eyes with Lysander, her heartbeat skipped. Clutching the microphone tighter, she spoke to Lysander, enunciating every word clearly, "Lysander, I like you! I''ve liked you since three years ago. It was all those misunderstandings that had me holding back, running away from you. I don''t want you to get married-not to stop your wedding because you''re the father of my child, but because I like you!"


    Finally, Thssaid bare her true feelings, clear and unequivocal, to Lysander.


    Nervousness left her palms sweaty.


    Confessing to Lysander again, in front of an audience no less, had her back drenched in sweat.


    As her words hung in the air, Thssa felt the weight of curious nces upon her, the pressure immense.


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    His stare made Thssa''s heart race even faster, her grip on the microphone tightening.


    Two secondster, Lysander''s lips curved into a slight smile, his voice, resonant and pleasing, asked, "How can you prove that you like me?" Thssa froze. She was waiting for Lysander''s answer, yet he countered with another question, not directly responding to her confession.


    She looked at Lysander, blinking, puzzled on how to prove her affection for him.


    How could she?


    Rosalind, who had been anxiously hoping for Lysander to reject Thssa, panicked at his question. She quickly stepped forward, intending to push Lysander away.


    Her hand hadn''t even touched the armrest of Lysander''s wheelchair when Joshua pulled her back.


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    filled with frustration and confusion, but Joshua shook his head gently,


    signaling her not to asion,


    Lysander was his own man, known for his decisiveness. Once he made up his mind, no one could sway him.


    Rosalind understood Joshua''s gesture, but her heart was far from at ease.


    Lysander was about to marry her, about to be her husband, and yet Thssa had burst in, disrupting her wedding! Her gaze towards Thssa was filled with anger.


    Then, Thssa took a deep breath


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    Rosalind watched, puzzled


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    Thssa leaned in, her lips finding Lysander''s with precision, kissing him gently, cautiously.


    She feared rejection, so she dared not be too bold.


    But fer wanted proof of her


    feelings, a kiss seemed the simplest, of she


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    A kiss, after all, is the most straightforward way for lovers to express their affection.


    The moment Thssa''s lips touched Lysander''s, she felt his warmth envelop her, sending shivers down her spine.


    Soon after, she noticed Lysander''s breathing grow heavy, his strong scent enveloping her, overwhelming her senses.


    Just as Thssa was about to pull away, a firm hand on the back of her head deepened their kiss.


    Lysander''s kiss was urgent, demanding, asking questions without words.