Thalassa's eyes brightened with surprise as she recognized the figure before her, "Lydia, you made it! Why didn't you come in?"

"Fitch mentioned you all had stepped out, so I decided to wait here for you," Lydia responded.

As Thalassa, pushing Lysander in his wheelchair, drew closer, she took a better look at Lydia's face and noticed some dark bruises under her eyes, signs of a healing black eye. Those bruises were remnants of the last time Lydia had thrown herself into a fray to help Thalassa crash a wedding, ending up in a scuffle with the security team. The marks hadn't completely faded yet.

Thinking back to Lydia standing her ground against four, all to help her make a dramatic entrance at the hotel to stop Lysander and Rosalind's wedding ceremony in the nick of time, Thalassa couldn't help but admire her bravery and was immensely grateful. "If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have been able to make it into the hotel so smoothly and stop the ceremony," Thalassa warmly said to Lydia as if she were family, "Why wait outside? Come in and make yourself at home."

As she spoke, she ushered Lydia inside.

Lydia seemed a bit tense, especially upon seeing Lysander, her demeanor instantly filled with a deep respect, and she straightened up, saying, "Good day, sir!"

was momentarily taken aback, almost forgetting that Lydia used to serve under Lysander, who was her

said, "Just

and was no

the informality, unsure how to call him by

Lydia's dilemma, Thalassa suggested with a smile, "If it makes you more comfortable, you can call him Mr. Sinclair, it's

it is," Lydia said, scratching the back of her head

Lysander was comfortably seated on the couch before hurrying to prepare some refreshments for

noticing the gesture, quickly intervened, "Ms. Everhart, allow me. Please, have a seat and enjoy your visit with Ms.

overly cautious, aware that he had unintentionally

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