Chapter 1010

Thalassa hesitated for a moment. She gazed instinctively at Lysander, whose handsome face was as stoically cool as ever. He took the wine glass from her hand and looked intently across the table at Joshua.

“She’s got work later. I’ll drink this one.” Lysander declared, emptying the glass in one smooth motion.

Thalassa was astonished, not expecting Lysander to intercept the drink meant for her.

His reason was because she had work later, and he was concerned that drinking might impair her performance.

Was it because Atticus had mentioned earlier that he would be waiting at home for her, ready to tutor her on the new software and help with her workload?

Thalassa couldn’t tell if Lysander was stepping in to prevent disappointment for Atticus, who might be left waiting in vain if she returned home drunk and unable to focus, or if he was simply worried about her getting intoxicated.

In that moment, was it Atticus, his son, whom Lysander truly cared about, or was it Thalassa herself?

After a second of astonishment, Thalassa’s rationality returned. Of course, he cared about his son. How could he possibly care about her?

have put her through hell time and again, especially at her most vulnerable

said with a smile that was loaded

catch Joshua’s knowing smirk, full of implication and a hint of mischief.

was obvious he was relishing the

widened for a moment, feeling uncomfortably exposed by the blatant and yet subtle gossip about

a loss for words, she wanted to clarify that there was nothing between her and Lysander, but she

There used to be rumors saying that Lysander was not interested in women. Now, the rumor is proven wrong.” Richard chimed in from across the table, his voice laced with mirth as he glanced at Joshua and then looked at Lysander and Thalassa with warm, congratulatory eyes,

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amplified Thalassa’s discomfort, turning it into unease and

any official status. He had never acknowledged her publicly as

was hidden from the light of day, yet it was a constant source

trampled underfoot, carelessly stepped on by

faithful secretary Faye Brennan who loyally stood by his side for ten years. Both left the scene eventually, probably when the

took a sip, trying to cover her panic and deliberately ignoring Lysander’s intense and commanding presence beside

wasn’t indifferent to women; he just preferred to keep his affairs private. Once the novelty faded, everyone

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