"I have no right to forgive or not forgive you, Mr. Ethan. You've got your games, and I was a fool yesterday for meddling!" Lydia spat out the words with fury before turning on her heel and storming off.

Her face was set in a determined scowl, anger simmering in her eyes. She was practically vibrating with the effort to contain her irritation.

Ethan stood rooted to the spot, not daring to follow. He could see the anger in Lydia's eyes clear as day.

If he kept pestering her, he might actually end up getting punched again, and this time, it wouldn't be a misunderstanding but a well-deserved thump.

Ethan was no masochist, and he certainly wasn't fond of taking hits.

He watched Lydia's retreating figure, feeling a mix of guilt and vulnerability turn into heartache.

As Lydia's steps took her further away, the gap between them widened, much like the relationship they never started - growing more distant by the moment.

attempt to bridge the gap between

now would just be

from his sight, Ethan sighed in

didn't even feel worthy of asking

the enthusiasm for anything, haunted by Lydia's words. What did she mean

Thalassa's visits to the company where Hertha worked had

practically

assured her that

would be exclusively produced and distributed by his company, removing any worry about finding

the firm,

a family, and Alaric not being a scion of the affluent Falconer

had handed over

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