Chapter 1183

Lysander drew in a heavy breath, stood up, and released her.

Thalassa scrambled to her feet and hurried to the bathroom.

Shutting the door, she perched on the toilet seat, pressing a hand to her wildly beating heart, trying to calm the frantic rhythm.

But even with her hand pressed firmly and drawing several deep breaths, her heartbeat continued to thrash uncontrollably.

Lysander’s ragged breathing seemed to echo in her ears, his husky voice, laden with anticipation, lingering in her mind, refusing to dissipate, driving her heart into a frenzy.

Panic-stricken, this was the chaos of panic, of wanting to flee, of not knowing what to do.

She had never imagined that Lysander could fall for her.

A man like Lysander, his affections were too deep, too intense, domineering and possessive, and she feared she couldn’t bear it or accept it..

Even if he did like her, he wouldn’t marry her. She could never be more than a secret lover, hidden away. The Sinclairs would never allow her to marry Lysander, and Lysander himself would never marry her.

such

on the toilet, reluctant

knock on the bathroom door, jolting Thalassa back to reality. She looked towards the frosted glass door, seeing Lysander’s tall,

knocking, urging

out, “I’m… uh, gonna be a while. Big business, you know.”

tall figure lingered at the door for a

away.

presence left, Thalassa’s taut nerves relaxed slightly. She remained seated on

lying

his eyes towards her, and seeing her hesitation, beckoned her with a low, magnetic voice, “Come here”

a simple request, yet delivered with

Chapter 1183

oppressed.

unspoken command, Thalassa took steps towards the

sat up and reached out his hand. Thalassa’s

hand in his.

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