Lysander glanced at the chowder on the table before his gaze shifted to the documents laid out in front of him. With a casual air, he said, "I'm not hungry. Let me see those papers."

"Oh, these ones?" Rosalind picked up the documents that were in front of Reginald.

As Lysander reached out, she handed them over to him.

Lysander flipped through the pages, from the first to the last. It was a jewelry design proposal, complete with design concepts and sketches. Though only partial sketches were included, they were enough to reveal the designer's skill.

Lysander's deep gaze turned to Reginald as he asked, "Did Thalassa design this?"

Reginald shrugged, "Of course."

Hearing this, Lysander's expression hardened. It had been three years since he last saw her, transitioning from a secretary to a jewelry designer. Avoiding all contact with him and never stepping foot in Royal Estates again, was this her way of striving for a career? And her method involved getting close to Callum?

thought made Lysander's temples throb, a hidden pain

her relationship with Callum was ambiguous.

tense demeanor and the shift in his aura, blinked and

Lysander said, "You're the

put the documents on the table and

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Reginald gave

quickly caught up and grabbed the wheelchair's handles. "Lysander, it's my fault. I didn't realize you were tired. I'll

silent but stopped pushing the wheelchair, allowing Rosalind

a month since Lysander's awakening, and though he had regained motor function in most of his body, his legs remained weak, confining

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