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.

gesture, one that

knew Lysander was

“Regarding Charlotte.”

to discuss the arranged marriage”

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 have a lot of

a deflection, each word a rejection.

to the arranged marriage, nor would he

villa last night was none

was thirty, a grown man who could take responsibility for

he was no longer a

deeply, understanding

had his own opinions, and

Zephyr felt a pang of

one gulp, shooting Thalassa a sharp

in the heart, the pain sharp and

felt as

was evident and unapologetic.

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