Lysander glanced at the chowder on the table before his gaze shifted to the documents laid out in front of him. With a casual air, he said, "I'm not hungry. Let me see those papers."

"Oh, these ones?" Rosalind picked up the documents that were in front of Reginald.

As Lysander reached out, she handed them over to him.

Lysander flipped through the pages, from the first to the last. It was a jewelry design proposal, complete with design concepts and sketches. Though only partial sketches were included, they were enough to reveal the designer's skill.

Lysander's deep gaze turned to Reginald as he asked, "Did Thalassa design this?"

Reginald shrugged, "Of course."

Hearing this, Lysander's expression hardened. It had been three years since he last saw her, transitioning from a secretary to a jewelry designer. Avoiding all contact with him and never stepping foot in Royal Estates again, was this her way of striving for a career? And her method involved getting close to Callum?

This thought made Lysander's temples throb, a hidden pain stirring within him.

relationship with Callum was ambiguous. Had she been with Callum

Rosalind, noticing Lysander's tense demeanor and the shift

file, Lysander said, "You're the designer, you

the table and began to push his

anxious, looked towards Reginald

Sinclair, don't rush. Let Rosalind push you back. There are steps at the restaurant entrance, so be careful not

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Reginald gave Rosalind a meaningful

up and grabbed the wheelchair's handles. "Lysander, it's my fault. I didn't realize you were

the

had been a month since Lysander's awakening, and though he had regained motor function

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