Chapter 182
Thalassa was just throwing a feeler out there, figuring Lysander was probably snoozed out and wouldn’t respond.
To her surprise, his deep voice echoed in the dark.
“Why are you asking?” He asked sleepily.
Getting a response, Thalassa turned to look at his figure, which was highlighted by the moonlight.
In the dark, her eyes sparkled like a lake reflecting the moon.
“Once I make some dough, I’ll pay you back.”
She’d been itching for a revamp of her old, damp house. It always gave Astrid aches and pains. She was afraid Astrid might get sick.
But with her limited means and four kids to feed, she just didn’t have the cash to build a new house.
Yet Lysander had quietly torn down her old house and built a swanky villa she wouldn’t even dare dream of!
She wasn’t about to accept charity; she’d definitely pay him back.
“Do you think I need your money?” Lysander grumbled.
“No, that’s not what I meant…”
“I told you five years ago that I’d make it up to you.” Lysander cut her off.
Initially, he thought the woman that night was Thalassa’s cousin, Celia. Celia was gone, but her mother, Astrid, was still around. The villa was for Astrid.
He built the villa as a form of compensation for that woman.
Now he knew that woman was not Celia, but Thalassa. The intent behind the villa hadn’t changed.
Thalassa was flustered. She wanted to insist she wouldn’t accept charity, but Lysander cut her off.
So she decided to bite her tongue.
If this was compensation, then she’d just have to accept it. The villa must’ve cost a pretty penny.
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If she were to pay him back, it’d probably take her a lifetime.
Besides, he did owe her.
If it hadn’t been for that night five years ago where she lost her innocence, got pregnant, and had a risky pregnancy, she’d have her college degree and a better start in life.
And the four kids were his as much as hers. She’d raised them for four years!
Consider it compensation for four years of child rearing then.
“Alright, I’ll take it. No need to pay you back.” Thalassa whispered.
Her response seemed to lift Lysander’s mood.
He propped his head on his hands and watched her. She lay on the couch and turned to face him.
In the moonlight, her face was soft and beautiful, and her eyes were sparkling.
Images of that stormy night five years ago and their tangled bodies flickered in Lysander’s mind.
The sweet, tender, and intoxicating memory lingered, making his heart race.
He was worried about scaring Thalassa, so he tried to keep his emotions in check.
“You once told me you were supposed to go to college. What happened that forced you to drop out?” Lysander asked, his voice suppressed.
He’d assumed Thalassa had to quit because she was caught stealing and had a criminal record. Now he knew the truth. It was all a scheme by Faye and Isabella to frame Thalassa and hide the fact that she was the woman from five years ago.
They even lied about Celia being the woman that night.
Celia had died when she was only three or four.
The lengths they went to for their own gain, even exploiting a dead child, were unforgivable!
Lysander wondered if the ‘unexpected event‘ Thalassa mentioned was their tryst.