"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

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

security on his phone, paused abruptly at her words. Looking up at her with a serious expression, he said sternly, "I hope I don't hear you

beat as she saw the hidden anger in Lysander's eyes, realizing she had

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

atmosphere around Lysander

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made it to the front door of the villa and realized Callum had been following her

need for thanks between us. Just go inside and rest. I won't disturb you, I just want to make sure you're safe. I'll leave once I see you're inside," Callum said, his tone gentle and reassuring. He was always

nodded, thanked him again, and

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