The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Lydia suddenly snapped back to reality, her actions haphazard as she exclaimed, "Okay, okay, I'll check his pulse right now."

She quickly reined in her astonishment, taking Lysander's hand in hers, trying her best to calm the storm inside her and steady her nerves as she prepared to take his pulse.

Thalassa noticed Lydia's hands trembling slightly as she held Lysander's wrist, as if she were incredibly nervous, almost scared.

Seeing this, Thalassa couldn't help but chuckle. "Lydia, maybe you need a cup of tea to calm your nerves?"

In her current state, how could she accurately assess Lysander's condition?

Realizing she was indeed too tense, Lydia took a deep breath and said, "No, no, I'm fine... I just need to close my eyes, that's all..."

She didn't dare voice the thought that floated through her mind next: And not get fed up with your lovey-dovey stuff.

Even if she felt comfortable joking with Thalassa, she wouldn't dare tease Lysander in the same way.

With her eyes closed, Lydia focused on taking Lysander's pulse, proving her point that shutting the outside world out allowed her to stabilize her mind and concentrate on the task at hand.

not wanting to disturb Lydia's

both wrists, an impatient Thalassa asked, "Well? How is

is quite good. But his leg... it's not something that'll heal overnight. It's going

the news. "So, you're saying there's still

Lysander might never stand again had pained Thalassa deeply, almost

and unyielding, how could he accept a future where he couldn't stand on his

throw caution to the wind and

too short to

you care for, you chase after without a second thought, lest you

that had driven

hope for Lysander's leg, Thalassa felt an immense joy, even

elated, Lydia hurried to temper her expectations, "I mean there's hope

treatment, Lysander might still

a bit, not out of disdain for Lysander's condition, but knowing how Lysander himself cared about his ability

to Lydia, asking was still a point in continuing revealed his frustration and distress