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.

familiar gesture, one that

was flaunting

“Regarding Charlotte.”

the arranged marriage”

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

deflection, each word

to the arranged marriage, nor would he marry Charlotte:

absence from the villa last night was none of his grandfather’s

a grown man who could take responsibility for his actions.

he was no longer a child.

deeply, understanding Lysander’s

and was no longer willing to be controlled.

this, Zephyr felt a pang of discomfort.

in one gulp, shooting Thalassa a sharp glance before leaving the room.

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

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

for her was evident

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