NovelOnline"You don't need to worry about these things. Just focus on your classes," Lysander said to Rosalind with a calm voice, like an older brother reassuring his little sister.
Rosalind didn't respond; she just gazed intently at Lysander. She admired his strikingly handsprofile, the deep-set eyes framed by long lashes, the prominent nose, and his thin, sensuous lips. He was so stunningly handswith an air of aristocratic coldness.
Rosalind felt her heart flutter just as it did when she was fifteen. She was still smitten with him and filled with a girlish infatuation.
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She also looked more stunning than Thalassa.
And yet, why Lysander favored Thalassa over her? Taking a deep breath to soothe the ache in her heart, Rosalind suddenly asked, "Is it because Thalassa's eyes remind you of my sister?" Lysander, who had been typing a message to his head of security on his phone, paused abruptly at her words. Looking up at her with a serious expression, he said sternly, "I hope I don't hear you say that again!" Rosalind's heart skipped a beat as she saw the hidden anger in Lysander's eyes, realizing she had misspoken. She hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, Lysander. I won't say it again." She knew all too well that her sister was a taboo subject for Lysander; mentioning her sister, especially out of jealousy towards Thalassa, was a grave mistake.
After apologizing, Rosalind still felt uneasy, sensing the chilly atmosphere around Lysander and not daring to look at him anymore.
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With a weary voice, she said, "Mr. Gordon, thank you for being willing to go to great lengths to saveearlier. I'm really tired today and would like to rest. I'll treat you with dinner the other day." "There's no need for thanks between us. Just go inside and rest. I won't disturb you, I just want to make sure you're safe. I'll leave once I see you're inside," Callum said, his tone gentle and reassuring. He was always giving people a sense of warmth like the caring big boy living next door.
Thalassa nodded, thanked him again, and went inside.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCallum reminded her to lock the door behind her.
Once Thalassa had closed the door, Callum turned to leave. The moment he turned around, the smiling look in his eyes faded to a more somber, serious expression.
Driving his car, Callum dialed a number he hadn't called in threem years. He was prepared for it to be disconnected, but to his surprise, the call connected, ringing persistently.
Patiently waiting, Callum was about to hang up, thinking it wouldn't be answered, when suddenly, a woman's voice, calm yet tinged with madness, cthrough. "Mr. Gordon, you've finally called. It's been three years. I've been waiting for your call!" "Where are you?" Callum asked through clenched teeth.
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