After Death, Love Unveiled

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Elara glanced at Lysander. Seeing his face devoid of emotion yet sensing the underlying care in his words, she couldn't help but smile helplessly. "She said you didn't seem to be in a good mood and was a bit worried about you. "That's all. No one's badmouthing you. Who could bear to say anything bad about you, anyway?"

Lysander looked at her, then casually placed some food on her plate. Elara, knowing he wasn't in the best mood, coaxed him gently. "Come on, eat. No one's badmouthing you. Really, I swear." "Okay," Lysander replied simply, signaling that he understood. Elara resumed eating.

Lysander finished first, setting down his fork and resting his hand on the back of her chair. He sat quietly, watching her.

It was peak crab season, and as Elara struggled to peel a crab with her slender fingers, her clumsiness was evident. Lysander reached over to take over the task. "Let me do it."

Sitting beside him, Elara watched as he worked. "This is amazing," she said with a smile.

"What is?" he asked while skillfully breaking apart the crab.

Elara's tone turned wistful. "Having you peel crabs for me. I couldn't have dreamed of this."

Lysander glanced at her, exasperated but amused. "Are you hinting at me?" He was always busy and didn't have much time to spend with her.

Elara laughed. "No way. I'm just speaking from the heart. You're so busy, so even just having dinner with you makes me happy. And now, I can't even compliment you without you questioning it?" "Fine, I'll take the compliment," Lysander said, sitting beside her as he continued to peel crabs for her. Not long after, Wyatt's secretary approached them.

The secretary had noticed they were still there and hesitantly walked over. "Excuse me, Lysander."

Lysander looked up. "What is it?"

"Mr. Hawthorne said he'd like to speak with you about something," the secretary said cautiously.

"What could he possibly have to discuss with me? If there's anything, he can just call," Lysander replied curtly.

The secretary's uneasy expression remained.

"Got it," Lysander said, dismissing him.

Elara glanced at Lysander. "Why don't you go ahead?"

"I'll wait for you," Lysander replied.

with no choice, Elara quickly finished eating and followed Lysander to see

while Elara waited outside. Elara found a sofa to sit on, and

sofa, his expression serious. Lysander walked

him. "You've been getting close to Sully?" His tone was stern, and it

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father's interrogation, Lysander frowned. "We just exchanged a few

memories of his past with Lysander's mother. He struggled

interrupted. "You didn't call me here just to talk about something so trivial,

your mother and me

need to explain yourself to me," Lysander said coldly. "Nothing you say

Lysander's remark. He had intended to have a heartfelt conversation about Yessenia, but Lysander's indifference left him

had grown up away from Wyatt, harboring deep-seated resentment toward him. Wyatt knew there were likely rumors circulating about Yessenia, but he couldn't bring himself to broach the subject. Wyatt stared at his son, saying nothing more. The silence stretched on until Lysander glanced at his watch. "If that's all, I'll be leaving. Elara's waiting for me outside." As he spoke, Lysander stood up. Wyatt

father's rare verbosity, Lysander retorted, "I'm busy. What time do I have to sit here with

moments to spend with his wife. Besides, he genuinely saw no point in

phone rang. It was a servant from the Hawthorne family, calling to inform her that something had happened to Felicity. When Lysander walked out, Elara

replied. "Let's

Elara said. "Mrs. Hawthorne had an incident and was admitted to the hospital. I'd like to

"Yes. She's not in good health, and it sounds serious. I'll go check on

"I'll go with

still sitting on the sofa, his expression severe. Thinking about

much about Lysander. He's not the type to act irresponsibly. He knows how much you've done for him, even

I'd paid more attention to her feelings, Yessenia wouldn't have died." The secretary fell silent, not daring

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