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.

arm around Thalassa’s waist. It was a familiar gesture, one that hinted at the

was flaunting this deliberately.

“Regarding Charlotte.”

to discuss the arranged marriage” Lysander

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

deflection, each word a rejection.

wouldn’t agree to the arranged marriage, nor would he marry Charlotte:

absence from the villa last night was none

who could take responsibility for his actions.

his grandparents’ concern, but he was no longer a

deeply, understanding

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

felt a

downed his water in one gulp, shooting Thalassa a sharp

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

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

her was evident and unapologetic.

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