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Chapter 1753
In a fleeting moment, Thalassa's gentle breath intertwined with Lysander's vigorous exhale. Lysander kissed her with a mix of urgency and intensity, savoring Thalassa's long-missed sweetness. The instant Thalassa's lips touched his, Lysander felt a tightness in his throat, and his entire being seemed to freeze. She had indeed proven she liked him. And Lysander's excitement was far more intense than Thalassa could have imagined. He had waited for her affirmation for what felt like an eternity, and finally, it had arrived.
Initially, Thalassa was tense and unsure, but realizing that Lysander was willingly kissing her, and his strong hands were firmly cradling the back of her head, she couldn't easily pull away. Suddenly, it dawned on her; this was Lysander's way of answering her. A wave of joy surged through her heart, and her body gradually relaxed, responding to Lysander's kiss.
The guests, who had been eagerly watching and waiting for Lysander's reaction, burst into excited murmurs and cheers upon seeing Lysander and Thalassa kiss. What was supposed to be a wedding turned into a sensational scene of another woman making a bold move on the groom, igniting a fiery kiss that left every onlooker thrilled.
Hertha, watching from below, screamed excitedly, "Oh, this is too thrilling! Go, Thalassa!" While Hertha cheered and applauded enthusiastically, Alaric stood by her side, his face breaking into a smile at her happiness. Caught up in the moment, he leaned down and planted a kiss on Hertha's cheek. Hertha immediately covered her cheek, turning to look at Alaric, only to find him smiling contentedly, his gaze filled with affection. While Hertha had been happy for Thalassa, Alaric's tender look now sent her cheeks blushing. She playfully swatted at Alaric's arm, "Stop it!" Saying so, she buried her face in her hands, looking down at her toes with a shy smile. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.
"Dad, let me go! It's my wedding!" Rosalind, witnessing Lysander and Thalassa kissing, felt a sting of betrayal and struggled to confront Thalassa and Lysander, to separate them. Her white wedding
dress had become a joke. Today, she was supposed to be the bride, yet her groom was kissing another woman. How could she just stand by? Rosalind was both embarrassed and pained.
Joshua, holding Rosalind's hand, tried to lead her away, "Rosalind, let's go down. We can discuss the wedding later." Rosalind, no longer willing to listen to Joshua, angrily shook off his hand, falling apart as she accused, "You've always been stopping me from confronting them. She's your illegitimate daughter, isn't she? This wedding was for her, wasn't it? You're using me to make up for what you owe her!" Rosalind was breathless with anger towards Joshua. Joshua, taken aback, hadn't expected Rosalind to think so poorly of him. Feeling both wronged and helpless, he tried to reason with her, "Rosalind, listen to me, let's just leave the stage and change, okay?"
"No!" Rosalind, defiant, lifted her dress and charged towards Thalassa, pulling her away from Lysander's embrace! Pointing at Thalassa, she yelled furiously, "Is stealing men a family tradition of yours? Your mom stole my dad, and now you're after my man!"