Chapter 415

Thalassa paused, tension coursing through her frame as she maneuvered around the sofa, heading towards the secluded corner of the room.

As she passed by Lysander, her wrist was abruptly seized.

His palm, calloused from years of labor, was strong and warm.

As he held onto Thalassa, her heart gave an involuntary flutter, and she glanced back at him.

His eyes met hers briefly before he pulled her to sit next to him, his arm casually draped around her waist.

The gesture was undeniably intimate.

Thalassa’s heart hammered in her chest as she attempted to pull away, but Lysander’s grip was unyielding.

Seemingly sensing her reluctance, Lysander tightened his hold on her slender waist, ensuring she remained seated beside him.

“Grandpa, do you need anything?” Lysander pre-empted, addressing Zephyr.

Lysander’s arm around Thalassa’s waist. It was a familiar gesture, one that hinted at the intimacy and affection between lovers, and the dominance a man felt

Lysander was flaunting

“Regarding Charlotte.”

want to discuss the arranged

moment, before sliding over his hand on Thalassa’s waist, “Fitch said you didn’t return to the villa last night.” “Grandpa, you seem to have a lot of free time lately. I’ve asked David to

a deflection, each word a

arranged marriage,

the villa last night

who could take responsibility

but he was no

exhaled deeply, understanding Lysander’s message.

was grown, had his own opinions, and was no longer willing to be

a pang

downed his water in one gulp, shooting Thalassa a sharp glance

felt as if she’d been stabbed in the

pain subsided, her heart felt as if it was stuffed with cotton,

for her was evident and unapologetic.

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