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Chapter 476
His kiss, laced with the intoxicating scent of masculinity, danced across the delicate curve of her neck.
Thalassa shivered involuntarily.
Her nerves were tingling.
Without giving much thought, she hugged his head, her voice a soft whisper, “Mr. Sinclair, I’ve spilled
coffee on myself. I wouldn’t want to stain your clothes.”
Lysander continued to nuzzle her skin, his voice husky and seductive, “Let me help you clean up.”
Thalassa’s head buzzed. She was trying to tell him she was dirty and hoping he would keep his
distance.
But he seemed to be on a different wavelength.
No sooner had he spoken, Thalassa was swept off her feet, carried effortlessly towards the bathroom.
Thalassa wrapped her arms around his neck as a natural movement. As they approached the
bathroom, her panic surged. “Mr. Sinclair, I can walk,” she said.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“We’ll clean up together,” he replied, his voice rough and firm.
The bathroom door was kicked open by his foot and closed behind them.
Her rental did not boast the grandeur of Royal Estates. The bathroom was a small space just for one
person.
Now, with the two of them, and Lysander’s towering and muscular build, the room felt even more
confined.
The air was thick with his intimidating presence and intense masculine pheromones
Thalassa found it hard to breathe, and in that moment, she was ready to shower.
Lysander had already shed his clothes.
The shower head was turned on. Warm water was cascading down from above, splashing Thalassa’s
face.
Before she could react, she was in Lysander’s arms.
His tall and perfect figure was all filled with masculine allure.
Thalassa’s breath hitched a little.
To maintain her balance, she wrapped her arms around his neck; her blood tingled even more at the
sight of his sexy Adam’s apple.
“Mr. Sinclair, I took your pendant. Aren’t you going to punish me?” Thalassa tried to suppress the
unsettling feeling in her body. This situation was making her
panic.
She deliberately provoked him, hoping he would be disgusted and lose interest.
He paused kissing her neck; his gaze was cold and deep.
His voice was low and chilling, “Therefore, you have to pay the price. Bear my wrath!”
Thalassa frowned. She held his neck tightly and jerked her head. The steam in the room blurred her
vision, and she saw the light above her flicker.
Around 10 PM.
Thalassa lay in bed, not wanting to move.
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Lysander, fully dressed, sat in the living room. His tall, imposing figure was enhanced by the cigarette
between his long fingers. His handsome face remained impassive as he puffed away, the smoke
swirling around him.
The room had no ashtray. He extinguished the cigarette in his hand and threw it in the trash. Rising, he
strode out of the room.
Thalassa heard the door close and knew Lysander had left.
Her tense nerves finally relaxed.
Things were spiraling out of control.
Before the night, Lysander only took her to hotels or his house.
Now, he came directly to her house, catching her off guard.
Luckily, she lived alone. If she hadn’t discovered the secret of the necklace and continued living with
the kids…
It would have been a disaster.
As Thalassa lay there, drained, her stomach grumbled.
She didn’t want to move, so she decided to bear with the hunger.
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