After wrapping up her online course for the day, Thalassa returned to Lysander's side, admiring the peaceful expression on his handsome, sleeping face. Leaning down, she planted a tender kiss on his cheek and whispered, "Goodnight, Lysander."

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The next morning, Dr. Funke arrived to continue Lysander's treatment. As he finished inserting acupuncture needles, Rosalind walked in.

Spotting Dr. Funke as he was about to leave, Rosalind called out, "Dr. Funke, could you please tell me how Lysander is doing? When do you expect him to wake up?"

Dr. Funke hesitated, glancing towards Thalassa, unsure if he should discuss a patient's condition with someone he didn't know.

Thalassa gave a slight nod, indicating it was alright for Dr. Funke to share Lysander's condition.

Even if Dr. Funke kept it from Rosalind, she would have asked Zephyr, who would have felt obliged to inform her of Lysander's condition. Thalassa didn't want Zephyr to think she was overstepping her bounds, acting as if she were the lady of Royal Estates and giving Rosalind the cold shoulder.

I expect him to wake within the

departed with his

with a warm smile, "Thalassa, thank you for tirelessly looking after Lysander

after Lysander

pricked Thalassa's heart like thorns,

of sophistication that made it hard to find fault in her words. Yet somehow, she always managed to irk

because Zephyr allowed it. I didn't do it in anyone's favor," Thalassa replied coolly. "You haven't eaten yet, have

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

Lysander and then head to my class," Rosalind declined the invitation to

Fitch,

Ms. Whitman had not once visited him, and now that Lysander was rumored

Rosalind dismissed Fitch's attempt. "I'll just have

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