Chapter 429
Instantly, she averted her gaze, refusing to look at him anymore.
Laying eyes on a handsome man for too long, one’s heart would flutter, perhaps even beat faster, cheeks flushing.
What was this called? This was called infatuation!
Thalassa had always thought she was not the type to be infatuated. However, it seemed she had overestimated her resolve.
Craving beauty was human nature.
Yet, she knew she needed to restrain herself. Because she and Lysander were from different worlds. Between them lay deep grudges.
Charlotte had been in the private dining room for nearly two hours, constantly on the phone with her best friend, complaining about her situation and sharing her crush on Lysander.
Yet, he barely even glanced at her.
She even blamed her grandfather for not telling her sooner that he and Lysander’s grandfather had arranged a marriage for them when they were children.
If she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have dated other men, creating a barrier between her and Lysander.
Now, she desperately wanted to pursue Lysander, but he was not giving her any opportunities, leaving her in deep distress.
After venting her frustrations to her friend and finishing her meal, she left the dining room, and there, by the window, she saw two people.
A man in a suit radiating confidence.
It was the man she longed for, Lysander!
Seeing him, a smile bloomed on Charlotte’s face. She was about to approach when she noticed a woman sitting across from him..
Charlotte squinted at the woman, and her heart tightened upon realizing who it was.
It was Thalassa!
Her long hair fell over her face, but Charlotte recognized her instantly.
She wore the same dress she had worn during her date with Leopold just a few hours ago. Her hair was still slightly damp, and her overall appearance hadn’t changed.
Charlotte’s smile faltered, her eyes filled with jealousy and resentment.
She walked over in her high heels, stood next to the table, hands on her hips, and coldly huffed at Thalassa, “You’re quite a busy lady, aren’t you? Dating men like it’s going out of style.”
The bitterness in her voice was evident.
Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat. She looked up to see Charlotte standing there with an imposing aura.
She glanced at Lysander warily before replying, “Ms. Ravensong, what a coincidence.”
“A coincidence? Don’t play dumb with me. Just now, you were here dining with Leopold, being all cozy and intimate. Now, less than two hours later, you’re here with Lysander! Are you so poor that you can’t afford to eat without latching onto different men?”
As Charlotte accused her, she didn’t forget to belittle Thalassa.
Thalassa’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked at Lysander.
And indeed, his handsome face was dark, his whole body radiating an icy chill.
Just as she feared.
Thalassa tried to suppress her panic, pretending to be calm as she replied to Charlotte, “Ms. Ravensong, you can eat whatever you want, but you can’t spout just anything. I just came from my best friend’s house, something Mr. Sinclair is well aware of. You shouldn’t lie just to frame me.”
“I’m not lying!” Charlotte retorted angrily. She glared at Thalassa, quickly moved to Lysander’s side, and said anxiously, “Lysander, she really was here with Leopold just now, sitting right here. You’re sitting where Leopold was.”
Lysander stared at her with cold, dark eyes. “One needs evidence for everything.”
“I have evidence and I took a photo.” Charlotte hastily took out her phone, desperate to expose Thalassa.
Luckily, when she saw Leopold sitting with Thalassa, holding her hand in an intimate and affectionate manner, she had quickly took a photo with her phone.
Charlotte was sure of her victory.
Seeing her take out the phone, Thalassa’s heart pounded in her chest.