Chapter 587
He was seated where he had a clear view of Thalassa.
Thalassa had been engrossed in her steak when she glanced up and found herself confronting a pair of intense eyes. She looked up, startled, to find Leopold’s gaze on her.
It took her breath away.
“Jealous much?” Lysander’s voice broke the silence, deep and cold.
Thalassa snapped back to reality, her panicky eyes meeting his stern, deep-set ones.
She could sense the danger radiating off him. Her heart started pounding.
“Of course not…” Thalassa stammered.
“Good,” Lysander’s cold voice rang out, his brooding eyes fixed on her. “I gave you a chance. Once you’ve made your choice, there’s no turning back. Got it?”
His domineering presence hung heavily over her.
Thalassa’s hand tightened slightly around her knife and fork as she responded, understand.”
She knew what he meant by the chance he had given her.
When she and her children were found in Hollowbrook, he had taken the children and told her that if she wanted to run away with Leopold, he would have
let her!
At that time, her heart was entirely with her children. She chose to go with him, leaving Leopold behind.
Without hesitation, she chose her children, even agreeing to become his woman so that she could see her children whenever she wanted.
From the moment she made that choice, she and Leopold were over.
No, perhaps since that night five years ago, she and Leopold were over.
She was happy for him to seek his own happiness now, and she wished him well.
Debby had always liked him, and he would have been happy with her.
“Then keep your eyes to yourself,” Lysander’s voice, low, commanding, and cold, echoed around them.
Thalassa’s hand, still clutching her utensils, twitched slightly.
A chill ran down her spine.
She had never imagined someone could be so terrifying.
She had accidentally glanced at Leopold, and Lysander had caught her. He was so domineering that he wouldn’t even allow her an unintentional glance at Leopold.
Thalassa’s body tensed slightly, and she took a deep breath, saying, “You are the one in front of me. Anyone else is just passing by.”
As she spoke, she cut into her steak with determination, her emotions running high.
Lysander’s domineering nature was suffocating her.
Her words suggested that he was the only one in her eyes.
Lysander, his eyes piercing, watched her without saying a word.
At the table behind them, the waiter brought over a steak. Debby cut a piece and placed it on Leopold’s plate, “You take the first bite.”
Without hesitation, Leopold returned the steak to her plate, “I have my own. You eat this
Debby pouted slightly in disappointment, “Why can’t you be more romantic? Just now, Lysander cut a steak for Thalassa, and she ate it. That’s what Leall romance. Can’t you learn from him?”
Leopold’s expression darkened. His heart was heavy as stone.