Thalassa locked eyes with Lysander, his deep gaze holding a world of unspoken words. In that moment, she realized what he was hinting at-he was testing if his injury truly mattered to her.

Had her reaction led him to misunderstand?

Lydia, who had been rummaging through a first aid kit for some needles, froze upon hearing Lysander's words, sensing an impending storm between Thalassa and Lysander. Panic fluttered in her heart. Turning around, she hurriedly said, "Mr. Sinclair, actually..."

"Disappointed? Never." Before Lydia could finish, Thalassa caught on, responding to Lysander with seriousness and candor.

When Lysander had voiced his concern, Thalassa was initially taken aback, not expecting such a direct question.

But as she grasped the true meaning behind his words, her heart sank.

Under Lysander's intense gaze, she found her answer.

that moment, the world around them faded

you. You'll always be the most important person to me. My worry was

Lysander's leg, and the disappointment upon hearing an uncertain prognosis, stemmed not from disdain but from deep concern for Lysander. To truly care for someone is to

declaration, stood with her mouth

felt like a third wheel, an intruder on Thalassa

first time, she realized how glaringly out of place she was, feeling the full weight of being

Lysander's 'couple's feast,' feeling increasingly full from their display of affection. Lydia's

catching her plea, quickly averted his gaze and made a beeline for the kitchen, acknowledging his role

covering her eyes, pretending to be oblivious to the world around her. Unbeknownst to her, Thalassa and Lysander were lost in their own bubble, unaffected by

Thalassa's confession, Lysander's icy demeanor softened, his voice low and warm, "Come

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