En route to Royal Estates, Thalassa rehearsed her apology to Lysander in her mind, trying to untangle the misunderstanding that had lingered between them for years. She had once wrongfully accused him of being behind her mother's demise, a plot actually orchestrated by Callum, leaving Lysander unfairly blamed. She knew she owed him an apology for her coldness.

Feeling somewhat prepared, her car pulled up at the gates of Royal Estates. Stepping out, she approached the security guard, "I'm Thalassa, I need to see Lysander."

"Ms. Everhart, please come in," the guard replied, respectfully ushering her through.

To Thalassa's surprise, her access to Royal Estates remained unrestricted. The mansion's doors stood welcomingly open, light spilling out into the night, creating a beacon of warmth in the darkness.

Dressed in a silk nightgown, her hair damp, she moved with a grace that captivated the room, settling beside Lysander with a familiarity

getting late, we should head to bed," she whispered, her voice a

heart pounding. Rosalind, in such intimate

Thalassa, softened momentarily before responding to Rosalind, "Alright, help

breath. With no courage left to confront what she had

defenses, the chill night air accentuating the sting of her emotions, mirroring the cold

unjust accusations against him. Instead, she witnessed a moment of intimacy between Lysander and Rosalind, rendering her intentions meaningless. Lysander's life had moved on, with or without her understanding,

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