Lysander didn't publicly call her out or blame her, which was more than enough to save her face.

Rosalind had always been known for her intelligence and grace. Seeing that Lysander was upset, she naturally wouldn't go against his wishes.

She took the project materials out of her backpack and handed them to Lysander, ready to leave. Still worried, she asked, "How will you get home later?"

"That's none of your concern," Lysander said.

A tear welled up in Rosalind's eyes, which she fought hard to suppress, and then she turned and walked away.

As she passed by Thalassa, she glanced at her and saw Thalassa looking at her curiously. She quickly averted her gaze, not wanting Thalassa to see her reddened eyes. She didn't want to be the butt of Thalassa's joke!

Rosalind quickened her pace and bumped into someone at the entrance of the diner, nearly falling. The person caught her, steadying her shoulders.

"Ms. Whitman, are you alright?"

when Rosalind bumped into him. Thankfully, he managed to steady her

at David and then quickly looked away, saying in

saying that, she walked past David

David clearly saw her eyes, red and watery like those of a frightened rabbit. She was obviously holding back

heart, causing an unprecedented flutter within him. David snapped back to reality,

NOW PLAY YOUR

su

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

and walked into the diner, pushing Lysander's wheelchair to the table. Thalassa

"With Lysander here, it's a whole different vibe. Even the inseparable BFF can be put aside to

curled in a teasing smile. He was making fun of Thalassa for rushing over as soon as she heard Lysander would be there, not even waiting for Hertha. Thalassa inwardly scorned Alaric. She had clearly told him yesterday that Lysander's future bride was Rosalind, and she was just passing through

he was still joking about her

first, to set up

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