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.

to the inevitable, Thalassa opened the door, revealing the tall, commanding figure before her. His towering presence immediately filled the space, casting his shadow over Thalassa’s petite

a welcoming smile, unaware of how awkward and

you, Lysander. What brings you

swept over her feigned smile, and he stepped

for him to pass. As Lysander crossed the threshold, the breeze that followed him brushed against Thalassa’s

invaded as he entered, the atmosphere growing tense.

sprang up from her seat upon seeing Lysander,

table, spotting the half-finished bowl of

yet? Thalassa hasn’t finished hers, and there’s more in

get an answer, Thalassa interjected, “Oh, it’s late; Mr. Sinclair must

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a simple bowl of spaghetti hardly suits Mr. Sinclair’s

stepped forward, positioning herself in front of Evelyn as if to shield

supportive of Lysander, carried subtle tones of mockery

on her lips.

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