Chapter 367
She walked over to him. “Mr. Sinclair, I’m free to leave now, right?”
She was accustomed to calling him Lysander, but the moment the word slipped from her lips, she hastily swallowed it back and changed her words.
Initially, she had always referred to him as Mr. Sinclair until he convinced her to become his woman. Then, he ordered her to address him as Lysander.
So, in private, she always called him Lysander.
Calling him by his first name somehow made the distance between them seem less vast, as if they were simply in love, addressing each other as lovers, devoid of hierarchy or barriers.
But with Bruce’s arrival, everything changed.
The name Lysander became unattainable.
His social standing was lofty, his aura intimidating. It was not something her humble status could dare to cross.
The gap between their classes widened once again.
The transition from addressing him as Mr. Sinclair to Lysander was incredibly challenging, but reverting back to Mr. Sinclair only took one cold and oppressive glance.
Lysander didn’t even bat an eyelid, elegantly cutting his steak, his chilly voice ringing out, “No! Without my permission, you’ll stay here. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Why?” Thalassa pleaded anxiously.
Lysander raised his deep and icy eyes, giving her a glance, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
Thalassa was choked up, unable to utter a word.
Last night, she only wanted to hide the pacifier sticking out from the sofa, unbeknownst to him.
She resorted to a temporary solution, deliberately sitting on his lap and saying things she didn’t mean.
Only God knew how nervous and uncomfortable she felt.
Thalassa quickly tried to appease him, saying, “Mr. Sinclair, tomorrow is a workday, I need to go to work.”
“I can decide your leave,” Lysander replied, calmly continuing to cut his steak.
Thalassa was speechless.
Arguing about going to work with the boss, only to have him tell her to take a day off
Anyone else would have been overjoyed.
But Thalassa couldn’t bring herself to feel happy.
She was incredibly anxious, restless, and agitated.
She missed her kids, and they missed her.
She hadn’t seen them in over a day. If she didn’t return soon, they would surely miss their meals due to worrying about her.
The thought of her precious little ones unable to eat because they missed her was like a knife twisting in her heart.
She had to go back.
Her voice held a pleading tone, “Mr. Sinclair, please let me go back. If I don’t, my mom will go crazy.”
“Just tell her the truth that you’re at your man’s house,” Lysander stated.
Thalassa ground her teeth.
If she did that, her mom would flip!
She could only keep those words to herself.
She said, “If my mom found out I was living with a man I had no future with, she’d kill me.”
Lysander’s hand, holding his knife and fork, suddenly froze. He looked up, his eyes cold as a swirling snowstorm, staring at her.
Thalassa shivered under his icy gaze.
“Forget about ever marrying into the Sinclair family, and don’t even dream about marrying Leopold. Only if you stay in your place can you stay safe, understand?” His voice, filled with hatred, was cold as ice.
It was like a heavy stone viciously striking down, crushing Thalassa’s vibrant heart into a bloody mess, causing a dull pain.
The reality was so brutally raw.
Thalassa had no choice but to confront this excruciating pain.
won’t many you or Leopold. Just let me go, and I promise I’ll disappear from your lives forever,” Thalassa’s hands, hanging at her sides, clenched into fists. Suppressing her inner pain and indignation, she poured her heart out to him.