Chapter 363
Bearing the pain that felt like her body was falling apart, she got out of bed and freshened up.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she found bruises covering her body from the neck down, making it hard even to breathe.
After a quick shower, she picked up her clothes from the bathroom floor, only to find them torn and unwearable.
She couldn’t possibly go downstairs just wrapped in a bathrobe, could she?
Opening the wardrobe, she saw it was filled with Lysander’s clothes, neatly arranged black suits, and white and black shirts.
But there was one woman’s dress hanging on the side.. 1
Thalassa recognized it at once. It was the dress Lysander had given her, which she had returned to him.
She never expected him to bring it back and hang it up in his wardrobe.
It was her only option for clothing now.
Thalassa put on the dress and went downstairs.
The butler, Fitch, respectfully greeted her, “Ms. Everhart, your meal is ready, please.”
He made a polite gesture inviting her to the dining area.
As she approached the table, she was surprised by the spread of sumptuous food.
Steak, lobster, crab cakes.
The delicious aroma of the food filled her nostrils, causing her stomach to growl in hunger.
It was already midday, and she hadn’t eaten anything yet.
She was famished.
But she hesitated to sit down, for she didn’t see Lysander.
Fitch seemed to understand her reluctance and said, “Mr. Sinclair isn’t home. He’s at the office. Ms. Everhart, please sit down and enjoy your meal. There’s no need to wait for Mr. Sinclair.”
So, Lysander had gone to the office.
That made sense, considering he had slept all day and hadn’t even gone to work.
Remembering why he hadn’t gone to the office and the torment she had endured from the early hours of the morning until noon, she felt her heart flutter with a mix of embarrassment and resentment.
She was angry at Lysander for treating her like this.
But that didn’t mean she was going to deprive herself of good food.
If her little darling Elowen were here, she would be delighted to indulge in the feast, munching happily away.
Right, she needed to eat to gather strength to leave.
Thalassa sat down and channeled her frustration into her appetite, eating voraciously.
She imagined the lobster and the crab cakes as Lysander!
Each bite was an outlet for her dissatisfaction.
In no time, the table was littered with seafood shells.
Thalassa was finally satiated.
She wiped her mouth with a napkin, let out a satisfied belch, and stood up to leave.
Fitch didn’t stop her.
As she reached the main door, two bodyguards blocked her way.
This was all too familiar.
Thalassa took a step back, demanding, “What are you doing? I want to leave. Let me through, okay?”
One of the bodyguards turned to her and said, “Ms. Everhart, Mr. Sinclair instructed that you cannot leave.”
“Ms. Everhart, please don’t make this difficult for us,” the other bodyguard added.
Thalassa recognized them as the same bodyguards who had been stationed outside her hotel room the previous night.
They had restricted her freedom then, and they were doing the same now.
What was Lysander playing at? Was he trying to imprison her?