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.

her relationship with Callum was ambiguous. Had she

design works?" Rosalind, noticing Lysander's tense demeanor and the shift in his

Lysander said, "You're the designer, you

table and began

towards

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this, Reginald gave Rosalind a meaningful

"Lysander, it's my fault. I didn't realize you were

but stopped pushing the wheelchair, allowing Rosalind to take

awakening, and though he had regained motor function in most of his body, his legs remained weak, confining him to a

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