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.

silent, not

wrists, an impatient Thalassa asked, "Well?

"Mr. Sinclair's overall health is quite good. But his leg... it's not something that'll heal overnight.

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

never stand again had pained Thalassa deeply, almost

unyielding, how could he accept a future where he

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after without a second thought, lest you regret it for

determination that had driven

for Lysander's leg, Thalassa

expectations, "I mean

implied that despite the treatment, Lysander might

for Lysander's condition, but

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