Chapter 1771
Excited, she rushed to Royal Estates, eager to clear the air with Lysander, to confess her misunderstanding. But what she found was Rosalind, fresh from a steamy shower, clad in a sultry nightgown, inviting Lysander to retire for the evening. Far from declining, Lysander, with a casual arm around Rosalind, accompanied her into the elevator, heading to the second floor to unwind. In that moment, Thalassa felt a sharp sting of jealousy and turned to leave, her heart heavy.NôvelDrama.Org © content.
She had assumed, since Rosalind’s move to Royal Estates, that she and Lysander were sharing more than just space—that their relationship had crossed into intimacy. Imagine her surprise when she discovered that Lysander and Rosalind weren’t even roommates! To Thalassa, this revelation was nothing short of a delightful shock.
“So, you saw us together in the elevator,” Lysander admitted without reservation, laying bare the facts. Thalassa’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That was intentional?” Ads by PubFuture
Indeed, it was. He had deliberately let her witness his cozy moment with Rosalind, aiming to stir her emotions. It turned out, he had been orchestrating her reactions all along, setting the stage for her to make a dramatic entrance and claim him as hers. He was still Lysander, the man who seemed to hold the world in the palm of his hand.
She believed she had come to him after a fierce internal battle, only to realize it had all been part of Lysander’s grand design. Lysander beckoned her closer with a wave of his hand, his gaze both tender and commanding, impossible to resist.
Thalassa, initially rising from the bed, found herself drawn back under his spell, crawling back to his side, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “What do you want?”
With a flirtatious lift of her chin, Lysander locked eyes with her, his intent clear as he probed, “So, it’s alright for you to flirt with Callum, but I can’t have my moments with other women?”
Thalassa caught on to his game, realizing his jealousy was a ploy to provoke her. “I didn’t expect you to be both domineering and so… cunning,” Thalassa smiled, taking his hand in hers, her eyes alight with amusement.
He had overheard her private conversation with Callum, not just hurt but also angered by their closeness. Was he jealous of her time spent alone with Callum? To think, he’d use the same tactic to rile her up. Such a petty man. Ads by PubFuture
With a laugh, Thalassa teased, “What if I never took the bait? What if I was too dense to see your plan and just wished you well instead of crashing the wedding?”
Lysander’s demeanor darkened, his
gaze sharpening. Thalassa, taken aback by his sudden seriousness, attempted to lighten the mood, but Lysander’s voice dropped an octave. “If you hadn’t shown up, I might have actually married Rosalind. You wanted that outcome, didn’t you? I’d be satisfying everyone else, at the expense of my own desires. Why wouldn’t I?” Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
Thalassa’s nerves tingled with alarm. “I was wrong to question your intentions. Here I am, aren’t I? I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you to someone else…”
Facing Lysander, her eyes sparkled
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with warmth a coy smile playing on her lips. Her gaze was gentle and beautiful her demeanor sweetly obedient. Lysander, moved by her expression, couldn’t resist cupping her chin and leaning in to capture her lips. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
Caught off guard, Thalassa’s body tensed as his kiss deepened, her heartbeat racing under his commanding presence. Feeling her stiffen, Lysander gently cradled her head, intensifying the kiss, and in that moment, all barriers between them melted away. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
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