"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 handsome profile, the deep-set eyes framed by long lashes, the prominent nose, and his thin, sensuous lips. He was so stunningly handsome with 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. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

But this perfect, breathtakingly handsome man didn't belong to her.

In her heart, Rosalind felt a mix of loss and deep-seated frustration. She had been better educated than Thalassa, had more refined manners, and even her presence was more dignified.

She also looked more stunning than Thalassa.

yet, why Lysander favored Thalassa over

deep breath to soothe the ache in her heart, Rosalind suddenly asked, "Is it because Thalassa's eyes remind

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

Lysander's eyes, realizing she had misspoken. She hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, Lysander. I won't say

too well that her sister was a taboo subject for Lysander; mentioning her sister, especially out of jealousy towards Thalassa,

felt uneasy, sensing the chilly atmosphere around Lysander

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