Chapter 892

Startled, Thalassa quickly steadied herself and told him, “No need, I can manage.”

She hastily headed towards the bathroom, fearful that if she delayed, Lysander would come to carry her.

She was already utterly exhausted and truly drained.

If Lysander were to carry her to the bathroom, she knew what would ensue.

Not even bothering to dress, she endured the tenderness in her lower back and hurriedly made her way to the bathroom. Once the door was locked behind her, her tense nerves began to ease slightly.

Looking at herself, she couldn’t help but admire her own nerve for being able to walk to the bathroom in front of Lysander without a stitch of clothing on.

Their relationship had an intimacy that mirrored that of a typical married couple, with nothing hidden between them.

But to use the word ‘couple’ to describe her and Lysander was a mockery in itself.

own sarcasm, turned on the shower, and stood under the warm water to wash her body.

shower. When she emerged, the bed was empty; Lysander had

his work even if he had failed all the people around

kin for the organization’s interests and his

a bathrobe, Thalassa approached the bed and straightened the messy duvet. As she did, she

remnants of Lysander’s passion from the previous night.

before, Thalassa’s cheeks instantly

them

room and picked out a dress from the wardrobe to

she realized that the living room was unusually quiet. She looked around to see what

kitchen and upon seeing her looking around, approached her and politely said, “Ms. Everhart, Lysander has already left. Lunch is served on the dining table. Please help yourself.”

Thalassa was

the afternoon,” Fitch informed Thalassa of

word ‘shocked’ wasn’t enough to

the time when she woke up, and the curtains upstairs had been drawn

assumed it was still morning, but it was already half-past three in the

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