As soon as Thalassa finished her question, she saw Reginald twist around in his seat, waving towards the door. "Rosalind, over here!"

Following his gesture, Thalassa noticed Rosalind, dressed a crisp white blouse paired with a sleek black pencil skirt, her hair cascading over her shoulders. With an aura of elegance and intelligence, she maneuvered a wheelchair towards them.

Seated in the wheelchair was a man initially obscured by the door. As Rosalind pushed him closer, Thalassa finally got a good look at him. With striking features and a commanding presence, even seated, he radiated an air of undeniable charisma and authority.

Clad in a tailor-made black suit, he seemed to eclipse everything around him, his piercing gaze locking onto Thalassa, making the air around them feel almost solid.

Despite being in a wheelchair, his majestic aura remained unaffected.

Thalassa's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him!

It was Lysander!

mean that even though he

usually steady heart now racing as though it might leap out of her chest. It had been three years since their last real encounter. His eyes, still as deep and mesmerizing as ever, seemed capable of drawing

Thalassa's heart raced even faster,

Sinclair, welcome. Please have a seat," Reginald said,

rectangular, with Callum and Reginald initially seated on one of the longer sides and Thalassa opposite them. With

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to Thalassa, allowing Lysander to face them across the table, with Reginald and Rosalind sitting opposite each other to

signaled for the waiter to bring two more sets of silverware. With a smile, he addressed

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