Thalassa was glued to her tablet screen, her gaze locked on Lysander's strikingly handsome face through the digital barrier, staring into his deep, mysterious eyes. Despite knowing that Lysander was about to marry Rosalind, Thalassa couldn't help but wonder if Lysander truly liked Rosalind.

At that moment, under the watchful eyes of the public, Lysander's gaze, as unfathomable as a black hole capable of consuming Thalassa's soul, fixated on the camera. He parted his lips slightly and finally spoke, "This is a matter between us, it's none of anyone else's business." His voice, low and magnetic, carried an immense deterrence, leaving his statement ambiguously impactful and silencing any further curiosity.

The reporter, somewhat disheartened, retracted the microphone, "Wishing Mr. Sinclair and your future wife a lifetime of happiness." Then, the camera shifted away to Joshua, continuing the interview elsewhere.

to reality, her breathing instinctively quickening. "This Lysander, still so arrogant. Why couldn't he just answer the reporter's question directly?" Hertha, disappointed,

"Thalassa, there are plenty of good men out there.

been acting like he's got cold feet. It's been

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