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.

eyes immediately searched for Lysander. Spotting him seated near the couch, her heart began to race, but before words could escape her, Rosalind appeared. Dressed in a silk nightgown, her hair

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

her steps faltering, her heart pounding. Rosalind, in such intimate

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

so acute it stifled her breath. With no courage left to confront what she had seen, she

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

unjust accusations against him. Instead, she witnessed a moment of intimacy between Lysander and Rosalind, rendering her intentions meaningless.

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