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 straight-up

to marry her, and he only

had nowhere

company and Lysander

late and he turned into a beast,

Thalassa was genuinely scared.

work early, not be late, not

she’d quietly slip away where he couldn’t

her bread,

the ground floor and she

purple-blue BMW and a black Mercedes were both brand spanking

presence in this slightly old

struck it rich and bought these cars to

muttered to herself,

rides belonged to others, while she still had to rely

door of the Mercedes opened, and out stepped a man in

recognized him and

and greeted, “Good morning, Ms.

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