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.

but before words could escape her, Rosalind appeared. Dressed in a silk nightgown, her hair damp, she moved with a grace that captivated the room, settling beside Lysander with a

we should head to bed," she whispered, her

sight struck Thalassa hard, her steps faltering, her heart pounding. Rosalind, in such intimate proximity to Lysander, suggested a closeness Thalassa hadn't

Thalassa, softened momentarily before responding to Rosalind, "Alright, help me to the elevator, let's call it

her pain so acute it stifled her breath. With no courage left to confront what

night air accentuating the sting of her emotions, mirroring the cold despair

of intimacy between Lysander and

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