Thalassa raised her hand high, keeping her phone out of reach, and then glanced down at the woman's legs, a cold smirk spreading across her face. "Weren't you just lying on the ground, claiming that you couldn't get up or walk? How come you're suddenly as lively as a spring chicken?"
The woman faltered, her act falling apart.
"I...I was just flustered because..." she stammered, clearly lacking conviction.
Rosalind was taken aback. "So, you were just trying to scam us, huh? If you don't get lost, I'm calling the police!"
"No, no, don't call. I'm leaving. I'm leaving!" The woman hastily retreated.
Thalassa then turned to Rosalind. "It's all good now."
Rosalind wanted to thank Thalassa, but remembering that she was Lysander's ex and had four kids with him, she felt a twinge of discomfort, and the words of gratitude just wouldn't come out.
"If it weren’t for this situation, your car wouldn’t be blocked," Rosalind said flatly before heading to her car.
Thalassa paused for a moment, understanding Rosalind’s implication. Rosalind was saying that Thalassa’s intention wasn’t solely to aid her, but rather to clear the way for herself.
It didn’t matter to Thalassa though. Her assistance wasn't merely for the sake of receiving a thank you from Rosalind.
Resuming her path to her car, Thalassa passed the sleek limousine, inadvertently meeting Lysander's intense gaze. His eyes, profound and penetrating, sent a chill down her spine, causing her heart to race.
Even after all this time, Thalassa still felt that familiar panic whenever she locked eyes with Lysander.
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