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?"

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

with her eyes red, glanced at David and then quickly

saying that, she walked past David

and watery like those of a frightened rabbit. She was

unprecedented flutter within him. David snapped back to reality, startled by his own reaction. Was he

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

and saw Lysander, David, and Thalassa at the table. Alaric joked, "With Lysander here, it's a whole

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

he was still joking about

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