Chapter 1759


    No matter what news he might have missed, as long as Lysander and Thssa were back on good terms, as long as Lysander could be happy and content, that was all that mattered.


    Throughout the journey, neither Lysander nor Thssa mentioned their destination. But David, having his own ideas, soon had the car pulling up in the driveway of Royal Estates.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    David got out first, unfolded the ramp, and Thssa, pushing Lysander''s wheelchair, made their way toward Royal Estates.


    David didn''t follow. Instead, he said to Lysander, "Mr. Sinir, I''ll head back now."


    Without waiting for a response, David drove off.


    Entering the grand hall, Fitch, hearing themotion, came out to greet them, "Lysander''s back..."


    His greeting was automatic until he caught sight of Thssa, his surprise quickly turning to excitement, "Ms. Everhart, you''re here! Have you had lunch yet? I''ll ask the kitchen to whip something up..."


    Seeing Thssa and Lysander return to Royal Estates together was something he had not expected, and Fitch was visibly flustered with excitement. Thssa nodded at Fitch with a smile, acknowledging his greeting.


    Fitch, thrilled, hurried off to the kitchen to arrange lunch.


    "Lysander, you must be tired. Let me take you upstairs to rest," Thssa said softly, pushing him towards the elevator.


    Once in the master bedroom, Thssa expertly wheeled him to the side of the bed, then bent down to lift him.


    Just as her hands touched Lysander''s waist, his hands enveloped hers. The warmth from his grip made Thssa pause and look up, locking eyes with him.


    His gaze was deep, like the vast night sky, capable of drawing Thssa''s soul into its depths. Meeting his eyes, Thssa''s heart skipped a beat, herposure slipping as she asked, "What''s wrong?"


    "What are you doing?" Lysander''s voice was low and husky.


    The moment her hands touched his waist, his primal instincts surged, his blood heating up.


    Thssa, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, said, "Helping you into bed to rest."


    "You, help me?" Lysander narrowed his eyes slightly.


    "Is there a problem?" Thssa countered. "For those three years I took care of you, this is how I always got you into bed."


    "Just you?" Lysander was astonished. Even though he had lost weight, he was still over 180 pounds. Thssa, so slight and slender, could manage that?


    "Yeah, just me," Thssa nodded.


    Seeing the skepticism in Lysander''s eyes, Thssa smiled and added, "At first, really couldn''t manage, but gradually I built up the strength Plus got the hang of the technique, and could easily get you settled in bed."


    Lysander listened, his gaze softening at her lighthearted exnation, her eyes shimmering like the clear waters of a spring.


    Catching her hands, Lysander pulled


    Thssa to her feet, his rough hands gently caressing her warm palms. His touch was filled with tenderness, his eyes fixed on her gently as he spoke in a low, resonant voice, "You''ve worked hard. Content


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    Though she made it sound easy, Lysander could imagine the daily strain and fatigue of moving him in and out of bed, the dedication she showed day in and day out.


    Thssa paused, a wave of


    emotions welling up in her, a mix of bittersweet satisfaction. She smiled faintly, "It''s worth it, as long as you''re awake. All of it."


    After a moment, she added, "You need to rest more now, for your recovery. Let me help you onto the bed."


    As she bent down to lift him, Lysander''s strong hand gripped her slender waist.


    The touch was incredibly tender, yet Thssa froze, her body heating up instantly, her face flushing with warmth.