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.

in the sight of 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 over his

knew Lysander was flaunting

“Regarding Charlotte.”

don’t want to discuss the arranged marriage” Lysander cut him

Lysander for a 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

a deflection, each word a rejection.

agree to the arranged marriage, nor would he marry Charlotte:

the villa last night was none of his grandfather’s business.

was thirty, a grown man who could take responsibility for his actions.

concern, but he

deeply, understanding Lysander’s

had his own opinions, and was no longer

Zephyr felt a pang

one gulp, shooting Thalassa a sharp glance before

felt as if she’d been stabbed in

as if it was stuffed

for her was evident and unapologetic.

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