Chapter 287

Thalassa felt a sting from his gaze, her eyes darting anxiously. Following his line of sight, she found herself clad in a blue suit threaded with golden lines.

Her heart hammered wildly, her words tumbling out in panic, “I bumped into him at the restaurant yesterday. He insisted on driving me home. I left my purse in his car. I didn’t want to, but he insisted on coming over, afraid I’d catch a cold, so he lent me his jacket.”

Lysander gritted his teeth, grabbed her wrist, and hoisted her off the couch with a rough gesture, tearing off the suit she was wearing and tossing it aside. Then, he dragged her upstairs to the master bedroom and pushed her into the bathroom.

He turned on the shower, the hot water pouring down on Thalassa. Caught off guard, she flinched from the sudden torrent.

Before she could react, her nightgown was ripped open from the neckline, buttons popping off and scattering on the floor.

Lysander was tearing at her clothes like a beast ripping into its prey.

Thalassa hastily covered her chest, backing away in panic, “Mr. Sinclair, please, there’s nothing going on between Leopold and me.”

“Then prove it to me,” Lysander’s voice was icy as he advanced on her, step by step.

head rained down on

half her clothes torn off and soaked by

damp locks and landing on his handsome, sharp features.

was strong and well-built, a perfect set of

beauty radiated

this was as dangerous as it was

until she bumped into the wall,

surface and himself. His handsome face loomed

yet wild,

electric current, intermittent jolts shot through her, making Thalassa’s heart

body stiffened, her heartbeat

Mr. Sinclair. Can you let me

voice trembled

against her, the potent scent of his masculinity seeping into her skin, making her heartbeat

unease, tension,

his woman ever

experienced his wildness and

had nearly cost her half

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