NovelAppLydia's expression froze, unsure of how to respond to Lysander's words.
Seeing the atmosphere turn awkward, Thalassa quickly chimed in, "Of course, it's still worth a shot. Who knows, miracles do happen. We've got to trust in the doctor's perseverance." As she spoke, Thalassa squatted beside Lysander, a smile playing on her lips, clearly trying to coax him.
Lydia awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth. Just then, Fitch cover with a tray, placing a cup of tea on the coffee table. "Ms. Everhart, your tea," Fitch said politely.
Fitch's arrival eased Lydia's discomfort slightly. She quickly picked up the cup of tea, mumbling a "Thanks" before starting to sip. The rim of the cup hid her face and her gaze towards Lysander, effectively masking her unease. Lysander averted his gaze, locking eyes with Thalassa. Her face was lit with a smile, her eyes curving into crescents, radiating gentleness and warmth towards him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSuch a tender expression could melt the glaciers within one's heart. Search the Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
Lysander took a deep breath, pushing down the turmoil inside. "Then let's go with the doctor's plan," he said. Upon hearing this, Lydia's hand, holding the cup, paused abruptly, incredulous.
Lysander had clearly been resistant to the idea of getting a shot just moments ago, and now, his attitude had changed? Thalassa's influence must be enormous! The Lysander Lydia knew was always firm and meticulous; his word was law, and no one dared oppose him. She had never seen Lysander so approachable and amiable.
Yet, it took Thalassa just one sentence to change Lysander's troubled tone.
Indeed, no matter how formidable one is, they can't escape the spell of love.
Lydia hadn't even managed to swallow her tea before hastily setting down the cup, preparing to speak. Realizing she couldn't talk with her mouth full, she quickly swallowed and then asked Lysander, "If... Mr. Sinclair, may I take your pulse now?" Thalassa looked surprised. "Why not wait until after dinner for the consultation?" "No, no, I better not stay for dinner, promised Dr. Funke I'd be back in two hours to prepare smedicine," Lydia said, her laughter tinged with a hint of nervousness.
She wasn't good at refusing people, especially with Lysander present, making her even more visibly tense. Seeing Lydia so anxious and pressed for time, Thalassa didn't insist.
After all, even if Lydia were persuaded to stay for dinner, she'd be uncomfortable, which would hardly be ideal. "Alright then," Thalassa said, turning to Lysander for his opinion. "How about we check your pulse now to see how you're doing?" Lysander's gaze, filled with affection, met hers, his voice no longer that of the aloof, imperious man but rather that of an ordinary, domestic man. "Whatever you think is best.
Thalassa smiled at Lydia. "Alright, let's take your pulse now."
Lydia watched the exchange between Thalassa and Lysander her mind reeling from the sweetness of their interaction, so much so that it felt like her taste buds were blossoming. The Lysander she saw today at Royal Estates was a complete reversal of her previous impression of him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe had always thought of him as a stern, aloof, and unapproachable figure.
and Yet here he was, showing a gentle side that she never knew existed, a she was witnessing it firsthand!
If this got back to the soldiers who used to be under Lysander's om command they'd probably never believe it. But this was the reality. Lydia was stunned.
It wasn't until Thalassa pushed Lysander towards her that she snapped back to reality.
"Lydia, you can take his pulse now," Thalassa said, breaking the silence.
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