Chapter 1047

Thalassa froze as she saw him. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and her heart was racing like a runaway train. Her breaths was shallow and desperate.

Great terror enveloped her whole being.

Lysander strode into the foyer, his presence stirring the air like an unwanted spirit. The pressure seemed to plummet, the air growing dense and tight around them.

As Thalassa locked eyes with Lysander, who descended upon the room like some devil incarnate, she felt as if his icy eyes were vortexes, set to devour her very soul.

Fear seeped into her bones, her heart erratic as a hailstorm in spring moments of calm shattered by sudden, chilling strikes.

Lysander was closing in, and Thalassa stood petrified. Her limbs forgot their very purpose. Panic clawed its way up from the pit of her stomach.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed before her, severing the intense gaze between her and Lysander.

Callum stepped in front of Thalassa, his handsome face set in a stern line as he squared off against Lysander. “Mr. Sinclair, what brought you to my humble abode so early in the day?”

and cold as steel, a storm

you, Mr. Gordon?” Lysander’s voice was

and managed a calm exterior. He chuckled lightly, “Ms.

and thought his reach was limited to domestic

that Lysander’s influence was formidable even

to whisk Thalassa away was flawless and that their escape route was beyond

their location with no opportunity left for them to seek

the whole family in tow?” Lysander raised an eyebrow, his predatory

a beat. Her hands clenched at

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her ice cream, little Elowen perked up at Lysander’s voice. Her bright eyes turned

up. She abandoned the ice-cream and toddled at full speed towards Lysander,

she wrapped her small arms around his legs, rubbing her

trousers, not caring for the creamy smudges and traces of

fearing for

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