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.

the sight of Lysander’s arm around Thalassa’s waist. It was a familiar gesture, one that

Lysander was flaunting this

“Regarding Charlotte.”

to discuss the arranged marriage” Lysander cut him off.

“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 book tickets for you to travel abroad, take a breather,” Lysander offered, pouring Zephyr

deflection, each

the arranged marriage, nor would he marry

night was none of his grandfather’s

was thirty, a grown man who

but he was no longer

deeply, understanding Lysander’s

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

this, Zephyr felt a pang

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

as if she’d been stabbed in the heart, the pain sharp and

felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, uncomfortably congested.

her was evident and unapologetic.

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