Thalassa was ensnared in a malicious scheme, her innocence stolen, and the keepsake from that fateful night lost forever. Left with nothing but uncertainty, she embarked on a journey of redemption. Five years later, Thalassa resurfaced with her four beloved children, showcasing an impressive resilience. However, a twist of fate thrust her into the path of a powerful individual with control over life and death. As her children unwittingly became entangled in the unfolding events, their hidden talents emerged. From Atticus's hacking prowess to Dorian's accidental manipulation, and Elowen's culinary invitation to Sophia's mysterious gift, their abilities puzzled Thalassa. Just as she began to question her children's extraordinary talents, the imposing figure confronted her, revealing a shocking revelation that would change everything. Thalassa's past collided with her present, demanding answers and accountability, leaving her to grapple with the truth of her own past decisions.
So she bent down to stuff it into his hand, saying. Dont worry I didn't overcharge you, only for the wine
already wearing a low-cut top, and when she bent over Lysander felt his throat tighten involuntarily
Her hand brushed his, the touch soft and cold, a feeling he found strangely familiar
It was just a brief touch, but it was enough to stir up a whirlwind of thoughts in Lysander's mind.
His gaze deepened, and he began to show signs of emotional turmoil
Her unintentional touch was enough to set him on edge
This woman, Thalassa was constantly drawing him in
Just as Thalassa was about to stand up after handing him the black card he grabbed her wi up sitting on his lap
His thighs were warm, and his muscles were firm
The moment she sat on his lap, Thalassa could feel his change
Thalassa was stunned, her eyes wide open. "Mr. Sinclair, what are you doing?"
His hand big and strong, and with a pull, she landed on his laps.
She tried to push him away, but he held her hand, and his other hand was behind her back, preventing her from escaping
His voice was deep and slightly hoarse. "Do I have to make a move on you before you'll take the money?"
He was very generous with Celia's other friends, giving them a lot of money
And she was Celia's cousin, they had grown up together, and he couldn't bear to see her in distress and not give her money
He asked her to take as much money as she wanted, but she wouldn't take a dime
Since she didn't want free money, did she enjoy trading her body for money?
His counter-question felt like an insult to Thalassa, and she panicked
She began to struggle fiercely, saying. "Mr. Sinclair, let me go. I'm just a waitress. There are plenty of women here for you, just pick one"
Alaric was laughing so hard that his body was shaking "Yeah, Lysander, with so many beauties around, why pick on a waitress?
Lysander gave them a cold look and said, 'Get out!"
lanc answered quickly standing up.
Ethan and Richard knew better, they also stood up and quickly left the room, afraid that they might get hurt by Lysander's gaze if they stayed any longer.
also left, but the woman who had just hit on Lysander stayed, watching Thalassa with a hateful look
She thought
much prettier than Thalassa, why did Mr. Sinclair let her sit on his lap and not her?
by jealousy. Alanc dragged her away, whispering in her ear. "You're really brave to stay, arent you afraid of dying? Give it up, it s
never going to be your turn
The room quickly emptied, and Alaric even thoughtfully closed the door.
Now there were just Thalassa and Lysander left in the room.
Thalassa had thought that since there were so many people around. Lysander wouldn't do anything to her, she just needed to find a chance to escape his
hold
But now
Thalassa was panicking, her scalp was tingling, and her blood seemed to be flowing in reverse. She was alternating between fear and shock.
She struggled desperately, saying, "Mr. Sinclair, I'm not what you think, I'm just a waitress.
Turned out that Lyranders body had started to lose control because of her touch. Her irregular movements on his lap made his temperature gradually
His voice took on an even huskier tone.