Chapter 499
Running only led to a harsher punishment.
Her palms were slick with sweat as she approached him.
He towered over her, standing almost six feet tall.
She was only shoulder-high to him.
Swallowing nervously, she rose on her tiptoes. Her lips were slowly inching closer in an attempt to please him.
He had asked for proof that she had no intention of eloping with Leopold. The best way to prove that was to stay by his side and show that she only had feelings for him.
To attain these, she needed to please him. If he was happy, he wouldn’t doubt her
As Thalassa tilted her face upwards, the closer she got to his lips, the more rapidly her heart pounded.
His deep, masculine breath fanned over her nose and she flinched. She blinked and her lashes flickered like butterflies. She closed her eyes and curled his fists, then planted a kiss on his lips.
This was the first time she had ever initiated a kiss.
Her soft, sweet lips brushed against his in a soft and brief manner., It stirred his blood and heated him up.
Lysander’s eyes darkened, his pupils dilating.
Thalassa was breathing heavily. To show him more of her determination, she had her hands snaking around his neck and deepened her kiss.
“Lysander! I’ve got some important news!” A frantic voice rang out.
Richard, in his urgency, barged right in without even knocking at the door.
Thalassa’s heart quivered and she quickly let go of Lysander, stepping back and lowering her head in embarrassment.
Lysander, his good mood disrupted, shot Richard an icy glare.
Richard shuddered under his gaze. He quickly realized that he had interrupted at a bad time.
“Oh, you’re busy. I’ll come back later,” Richard quickly offered.
Lysander caught sight of the dragon pendant in Richard’s hand, “Wait!”
“Do you need me to run you an errand? Don’t worry, whatever it is, I’ll get it for you,” Richard assured him, patting his chest confidently.
They might not have condoms that they needed in a workplace. He stifled his laughter and thought.
Thalassa flushed red at Richard’s insinuation. Her face burned with shame.
She had only tried to convince Lysander that she had no intentions of running off with Leopold. But her first attempt had been interrupted, and she was mortified. “I’ll leave you two to talk,” she murmured, already turning to leave.
“Stay!” Lysander commanded.
Thalassa froze, looking back at him nervously, “Mr. Sinclair, is there something else?
“Stay,” Lysander repeated, his hawk-like gaze shifting back to Richard, “Where did you get that dragon pendant?”
Hearing the question, Thalassa looked at the pendant in Richard’s hand as well; her heart sank at the sight of the pendant shaped like a cloud encircled by a dragon.
“Oh, that’s why I came to see you,” Richard finally recalled why he was here. He then looked at Lysander, “This dragon pendant, if I’m not mistaken, is a family heirloom of the Sinclairs. It should be exclusive to the Sinclair family. But today, someone tried to sell it to me.”