Chapter 425
“Do you want me to lift you up?” Lysander’s dark eyes flicked towards her.
Thalassa was taken aback and she quickly get into the car. She wouldn’t dare let Lysander lift her into the car unless she had a death wish.
As soon as she leaned in, Lysander wrapped his arm around her waist. He pulled her effortlessly onto his lap.
Thalassa gasped as she felt his powerful and toned legs beneath her, the heat radiating through his jeans.
The strong masculine scent overwhelmed her, and her heart pounded in her chest.
“Mr. Sinclair, please don’t.” Thalassa said, shyly trying to avoid his gaze.
The driver, David, was sitting in the front. She felt embarrassed when he saw Lysander’s intimate gesture.
Suddenly, a partition rose between the back and front seats, creating a more enclosed and intimate space. The partition effectively blocked out sound from the front.
Lysander grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were cold and piercing.
He studied her flushed face, the tiny beads of sweat on her forehead. Her half-dry hair cascaded over her shoulders, her lips enticingly red.
She looked like she had just come out of a shower
Lysander clenched his jaw, his handsome face icy, “Where did you shower, hm?”
“At home.” Thalassa replied.
“I suggest you tell the truth!” Lysander’s voice was a low growl.
Thalassa paused, looking into his icy cold face. Her heart pounded as she realized what he was implying.
She started to panic, “I showered at my girlfriend’s place. I was planning to stay there tonight.”
Lysander narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Thalassa quickly explained, “It’s true. My friend’s son won the gourmet competition today and invited me over to celebrate. We were having a great time, and it got late so I decided to stay over. If you don’t believe me, I can call her to confirm.”
Every nerve in Thalassa’s body was on edge.
She thought she had covered all bases. It took exactly half an hour to get from Vibrant Oasis Residences to here, and she had even entered through the back door.
Why did Leopold believe her without question, but Lysander immediately sensed something was off?
Lysander let go of her face, his icy gaze never leaving hers. His voice was a chilling whisper, “Call her.”
Thalassa quickly slid off his lap. She was too nervous in that position.
As she moved, Lysander tightened his grip on her waist, “Make the call from here.”
Thalassa froze, not daring to move.
Sitting on Lysander’s lap, surrounded by his intense masculine scent, especially with his strong legs berieath her, made her heart race.
His aura was dangerous.
She was breathless.
But Lysander was clearly angry, she didn’t dare disobey.
She pulled out her phone from her purse and dialed Hertha’s number.
“Put it on speaker!” Lysander demanded.
Thalassa obeyed and put the call on speaker. After a few rings, Hertha answered, her voice groggy and sleepy, “Thalassa, what’s up?”
Thalassa’s heart pounded in her throat.
She prayed silently that Hertha would sense her distress and play along.
Lysander was too smart. One slip up and the lie would be exposed.
If that happened, he would surely tear her to pieces.