Chapter 1104

It was Lysander!

When Thalassa caught sight of the figure standing at her door, her heart, which had been pounding in her chest, eased for a mere moment before tensing up again.

His gaze flickered to the peephole as if he could lock eyes with her through the tiny lens. His deep, fathomless eyes seemed like pools capable of drawing in one’s very soul.

The sight sent Thalassa’s heart plummeting, panic setting in.

Quickly stepping down from her tiptoes, she averted her gaze from the peephole, her hand instinctively smoothing over the frantic beating of her heart.

Separated by merely a door, Thalassa’s pulse raced like a drum at the proximity of Lysander.

If she had refused to open the door, it might have further provoked him. He was still polite enough to ring the doorbell, but if she hadn’t caught the hint and let him in, it would only

take him a second to tear the door down.

Just a door, after all, couldn’t possibly have stood in Lysander’s way.

commanding figure before her. His towering presence immediately filled the space, casting his shadow over Thalassa’s petite

she forced a welcoming smile, unaware

Lysander. What

piercing gaze swept over her feigned smile, and

crossed the threshold, the breeze that followed him brushed against Thalassa’s face, the sheer force of his presence causing her breath

as he entered, the atmosphere growing

had been terrified it might be Bruce at the door, sprang up from her seat upon seeing Lysander, masking her fear with

to the dining table, spotting the half-finished bowl

finished hers, and there’s more

Thalassa interjected, “Oh, it’s late; Mr. Sinclair

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spaghetti hardly suits Mr.

in front of Evelyn as if to shield her from any fallout of

though gentle and seemingly supportive of Lysander, carried

a smile on her lips. Her clear,

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