Chapter 885
Watching the children settle down, Lysander opened the car door and climbed in, instructing David, “Head to Royal Estates.”
David instantly put the car in drive and pulled away.
Thalassa instinctively looked back and saw the minivan behind.
When she turned back, she found herself staring into Lysander’s icy gaze. Her breath hitched under it.
Lysander was seated next to her. His towering frame cast a large shadow over her and his gaze was so penetrating that it seemed to pierce her through.
“Nothing to say, hm?” His voice was low and frosty.
The temperature inside the compact car seemed to plummet and get chillingly cold.
Thalassa felt the pressure. She blinked before saying, “He just showed up wanting to play games with the kids. I didn’t know what to do…”
After speaking, she met Lysander’s icy gaze in her anxiousness.
She couldn’t tell Lysander that Callum had told her to meet him at the Fortune Restaurant on Wednesday at eight o’clock.
Otherwise, he would definitely prevent her from going.
She wanted to know what Callum had to tell her about Leopold.
She just couldn’t let Lysander find out if she really wanted to know the above.
Lysander’s deep-set eyes bore into her. His sharp gaze, with icy intimidation, focused on her like a sharp sword aimed straight at her soul, which threatened to penetrate her.
As Thalassa felt the weight of his hawkish gaze, cold sweat trickled down her back.
Just as she was about to crumble under the pressure and prepare to concede, Lysander’s cold voice echoed, “Mind your position! Be a good example for the kids!”
“I know I’m the mother of four kids. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything inappropriate,” Thalassa replied, her tone appearing understanding and self-aware.
At this moment, she had no intention of provoking Lysander. She had finally gotten to see her kids and wanted to spend quality time with them.
She had given it a lot of thought recently. Even if she had to leave Lysander, she had to take the kids with her. She had given birth to and raised them; there was no way she was handing them over to Lysander.
Absolutely not. These four angels were hers. She wanted to be there as they grew up and be involved in every step of their development.
She couldn’t bear the thought of her children forgetting her or becoming distant from her.
Evelyn was right. While Lysander was still intrigued by her, she should appease him a bit. Once his guard was down, she could seize the opportunity to escape with the kids.
This was Thalassa’s plan.
Lysander, hearing her obedient response, replied with a stern voice, “Remember what you just said!”
His eyes swept over her before he turned his gaze forward. His demeanor was icy cold.
Thalassa lowered her eyes, not saying another word. Her hands, resting at her sides, clenched slightly.
After leaving the banquet, Charlotte walked briskly ahead in frustration and anger. Her chest heaved with each step as neon lights cast fleeting reflections on her distraught face. The reflection was twisted and ferocious, reminding people of teary faces.
Richard, the golden boy from Draven Antique Shop, quickly caught up to her and called out, “Charlotte, wait up!”
Upon hearing her name, Charlotte abruptly stopped and spun around. Then she saw a man quicken his pace and approach.
Annoyed, she snapped, “What? Are you here to mock me too?”