Hertha's eyes widened in disbelief, her hand fumbling to catch the wine bottle slipping through her fingers. She placed it on the table, took a gulp of cold water, and leaned closer to Thalassa with an expression of sheer astonishment, as if she had just discovered a new continent. "Wait, what did you just say? Lysander confessed his feelings to you?"

She dug her finger into her ear, as though clearing it out: "Did I hear that right?"

Thalassa, sipping from her wine glass once again, nodded, "You heard it right."

"Holy cow, what did he say? Did he go all, 'I love you'?" Hertha asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

Thinking of Lysander's aloof and detached demeanor, as if he regarded everyone and everything with a chill as cold as ice, and his strikingly handsome face that could make the gods jealous. And there he was, in his lofty pride, standing at the apex of society.

The very idea that a man so unique in the world had told Thalassa "I love you"!

Thalassa's behalf. If it had been her, she probably would've been

every woman dreamed of but hardly

incredible stroke of luck had happened to her best

gaze, her eyes wide as saucers, glittering with curiosity and not wanting to miss a

but laugh. Was Hertha

the message was clear-he likes me, wants to be with

YOUR

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to be with you? What did you say?" Hertha was shocked again. For someone like Lysander to express a desire

which meant something significant. It was

"I was so stunned, I

around Lysander with his overwhelming presence, it takes a lot of courage just to breathe, let alone respond to such heart-stirring words.

paused, a thought striking her, "Wait a minute, didn't Lysander initially push you away? And he even said he intended to be with Rosalind, considering you a thorn in her side. How

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