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?"

the diner when Rosalind bumped into him. Thankfully, he managed to steady her shoulders in time, or she would have fallen right into

then quickly looked away, saying in a

that, she walked past

clearly saw her eyes, red and watery like those of a frightened rabbit. She

causing an unprecedented flutter within him.

NOW PLAY YOUR

su

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

Lysander's wheelchair to the table.

Lysander here, it's a whole different vibe. Even the inseparable BFF can

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

he was still joking about her

to set up a date

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