Thalassa locked eyes with Lysander, his deep gaze holding a world of unspoken words. In that moment, she realized what he was hinting at-he was testing if his injury truly mattered to her.

Had her reaction led him to misunderstand?

Lydia, who had been rummaging through a first aid kit for some needles, froze upon hearing Lysander's words, sensing an impending storm between Thalassa and Lysander. Panic fluttered in her heart. Turning around, she hurriedly said, "Mr. Sinclair, actually..."

"Disappointed? Never." Before Lydia could finish, Thalassa caught on, responding to Lysander with seriousness and candor.

When Lysander had voiced his concern, Thalassa was initially taken aback, not expecting such a direct question.

But as she grasped the true meaning behind his words, her heart sank.

Under Lysander's intense gaze, she found her answer.

In that moment, the world around them faded away, their eyes only for each other.

be the most important person to

leg, and the disappointment upon hearing an uncertain prognosis, stemmed not from

by Thalassa's heartfelt declaration, stood with her mouth

like a third wheel, an

realized how glaringly out of place she was, feeling the full weight

increasingly full from their display of affection.

beeline for the kitchen, acknowledging his role as an unwanted presence. But while

Lydia felt even more awkward, resorting to covering her eyes, pretending to be oblivious to the world around her. Unbeknownst to her, Thalassa and Lysander were lost in their

confession, Lysander's icy demeanor softened, his

and Thalassa, with a radiant

her

on his lap. His hand gently caressed her face as he looked into her eyes, whispering, "I'll remember what you said

over his, letting his rough fingers tenderly trace her cheek, "Yeah, make sure you remember, so I

she had covered her eyes, could hear everything. A shiver ran through her as

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