NovelEnglishThalassa and Rosalind locked eyes, neither speaking immediately. They just looked at each other. Clearly, Rosalind's eyes shimmered with defiance, slowly melting into a plea. She was silently begging Thalassa to speak, to forgive her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRosalind was a woman of great pride, making her apology a rare sight. Only someone as imposing as Lysander could make her swallow her pride and apologize to Thalassa. If Thalassa didn't extend an olive branch, today's standoff would be hard to resolve.
Rosalind's apology was meek, her eyes anxiously searching Thalassa's for a sign of forgiveness, but Thalassa just looked back at her with clear, unspoken eyes. Rosalind was on pins and needles, fearing Lysander's wrath again. Just as she was about to panic, Thalassa finally spoke, "It's okay, I forgive you this time. But let's not have a next time." "You have my word, there won't be a next time," Rosalind breathed a sigh of relief, quickly glancing at Lysander for his reaction. If not for Lysander's outburst, she would never have apologized to Thalassa. And now, her bowing before Thalassa was solely due to Lysander's intimidating presence.
Lysander's icy gaze softened as he said in a cool tone, "Sit down." His words were directed at Rosalind, who quickly took her seat, her tension easing. She instinctively looked towards the door, spotting David ushering two bodyguards out. For sreason, seeing David stirred a deep sadness in Rosalind, making her heart sink. She wondered if her earlier disgrace had made him think less of her.
Then, the waiter began serving dishes, filling the table rapidly. Joshua broke the silence with a smile, "Con, let's eat. Let's leave the unhappiness behind. Today we're celebrating Lysander and Thalassa's marriage, a joyous occasion. No gloomy faces." Thalassa, playing the gracious part, started serving herself, giving Joshua and Rosalind a way to move past the awkwardness.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA dish was far from Thalassa, but Lysander knew it was her favorite. He spun the lazy Susan, bringing the dish to her, his voice softening, "Have smore." "Yeah, you too," Thalassa replied with a smile.
Rosalind saw the intimacy between Thalassa and Lysander, especially the change in him. With her, Lysander was cold and sharp. But with Thalassa, his voice turned tender, almost melting. This drastic change was like a knife to Rosalind's heart, a suffocating sadness. See, that was the difference between Lysander's treatment of Thalassa and her. He defended Thalassa with icy rebukes towards her, even suggesting she leave the restaurant in disgrace. Having seen his cold demeanor towards her and then his tenderness towards Thalassa, Rosalind felt her heart might as well have stopped.
In her moment of despair, a piece of sweet and sour fish appeared in her bowl, accompanied by Joshua's kind voice, "Rosalind, eat up, you've lost weight." Seeing her distress, Joshua felt pity but chose silence, letting Rosalind see Lysander's affection for Thalassa, hoping she would move on.
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