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

soaked by the water, looked

his short, damp locks and landing on his handsome, sharp features. His black

well-built, a perfect set

beauty radiated

as dangerous

into the wall, no

his arm braced against the wall, trapping her between the hard surface and himself. His handsome face loomed over her, the steamy, dangerously hot breath brushing her lips, “Did you think being my woman

yet

an electric current, intermittent jolts shot through

stiffened, her heartbeat

not easy, Mr. Sinclair. Can you let me off the hook today?

trembled involuntarily,

the potent scent of

unease,

being his

had experienced his wildness and strength firsthand five

nearly cost her half her

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