The next morning. Thalassa got up while her kids were still snoozing.

She hopped into the bathroom to freshen up. She grabbed a slice of bread and dashed out the door, munching on her breakfast and telling Evelyn, “Mom, gotta hit the road.”

“Why are you in such a hurry, sweetie?” Evelyn asked, concerned. She watched her daughter rush out.

Thalassa didn’t respond and quickly disappeared into the elevator.

Yesterday she was late for work by ten minutes and Lysander got all bent out of shape about it, even barking at her that Leopold would’ve been a better pick for her.

She ended up working for Leopold’s company by chance. She was nothing more than a secretary.

How was that choosing Leopold over him?

She’d once bragged about wanting to be Mrs. Sinclair at the Sinclair Group.

Lysander’s first reaction wasn’t to have a chat, or ask her if she really wanted to be Mrs. Sinclair, or even give her a clear answer.

he just

to marry her, and he only

had nowhere to

and Lysander bought the company

time she was late and he turned into

Thalassa was genuinely scared.

tried to get to work early, not be late, not piss him

she’d quietly

munched on her

reached the ground floor and she

were parked outside. A purple-blue BMW and a black

slightly old neighborhood

it rich and bought

glanced at them, muttered to herself, and looked

to others, while she still had to rely

the Mercedes opened, and out stepped a man in a black suit,

him and

greeted, “Good

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