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Evelyn’s gaze fell as she grappled with an inner torment that refused to dissolve, a pang self-reproach vivid in her eyes.
The train was quick, reaching Starhaven in just two hours.
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From the moment they disembarked, Thalassa could sense that something was off with Evelyn. As they stepped out of the station, Thalassa preempted any discussion, turning to Lysander and saying, “I need to get back to Star Harbor Villa to be with my mom.”
No sooner had she spoken than a sleek black Rolls-Royce rolled up beside them, the door swinging open to reveal a man in a crisp suit.
Thalassa did a double-take. The man seemed both unfamiliar and eerily recognizable.
Upon closer inspection, recognition dawned on her face. It was indeed an old acquaintance.
“David, how on earth did you get so tanned?” Thalassa blinked, half-convinced her eyes were deceiving her.
But after a more careful look, the features were unmistakably David’s, though his skin had taken on a deep bronze as if he’d spent considerable time basking in the Afriland sun.
David grinned, his pearly white teeth standing out against his darkened skin.
“Ms. Everhart, Evelyn, Mr. Sinclair, please get in the car,” he said, his tone a mix of respect and familiarity as he courteously held the door open.
Thalassa stood rooted to the spot, her gaze questioning as she looked to Lysander. She had made her intentions clear about returning to Star Harbor Villa, but Lysander hadn’t responded yet.
“Get in,” Lysander said with a deep, inscrutable look.
With that, he slid into the passenger seat.
Thalassa hesitated, relieved he hadn’t insisted on sharing the backseat.
Turning to Evelyn, she said, “Mom, let’s get in.
She held the door, allowing Evelyn to climb in first.
Evelyn seemed out of sorts, her movements mechanical as she entered the vehicle.
As the car accelerated onto the asphalt road, an eerie silence enveloped the interior despite the presence of four people. Thalassa sat closely next to Evelyn, their arms entwined, leaning on each other.
“Mr. Sinclair, did you enjoy your trip to Eldoria? David asked, his voice light, trying to lift
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the atmosphere.
Lysander’s only response was a sidelong glance.
David touched his nose, a gesture to cover his awkwardness.
“We went in the morning and came back in the afternoon. How much fun do you think we had?” Thalassa said, breaking the silence to spare David further embarrassment.
At her words, Lysander’s dark gaze flicked to the rear-view mirror.
It seemed she had finally found the spirit to converse after the quiet journey from Eldoria
to Starhaven.
“Oh,” was all David replied, signaling he got the message, then fell silent again.
But barely a second passed before he caught Lysander’s pointed look-a silent reminder of something.
Realizing what his boss meant, David quickly caught on.
As Lysander’s personal assistant, he was well-versed in interpreting the unspoken wishes of his employer, a skill that had cemented his position.
Resuming his cheerful demeanor, David asked, “Ms. Everhart, any guesses why I ended up with such a tan?”
His tone was playful, inviting Thalassa into the light-hearted banter.
“Why?” Thalassa inquired, playing along.
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