Chapter 812
Thalassa shook her head. “He won’t.”
After spending some time with Lysander, she understood his possessive nature. Otherwise, he would not have lost
his temper just because she had the slightest contact with Leopold.
Just earlier today, she and Ethan had visited Leopold at the hospital. When Lysander found out, he warned her not
to see Leopold again.
He even vented his frustration on her while they were still in the car.
All of Lysander’s actions showed that he was still intrigued by her ty. He was still very interested in her.
That was exactly why his possessiveness was so intense.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIf he lost his interest in her body one day, he would immediately kick her aside out of spite for being Bruce’s
daughter.
However, if he found out she was not Bruce’s daughter, he would keep her by his side forever, treating her as his
possession.
After all, she had given him her everything and four children. He would not let her go even if he married someone
else because she was his woman.
Thalassa trusted her judgment. She was confident that Lysander was such a person.
Thalassa continued to eat her meal, hiding her heartache behind her lowered eyelashes.
Evelyn listened to her firm tone and saw her unwillingness to talk further, so she sighed and stopped asking.
She knew all too well the helplessness and sorrow of yearning for something unattainable.
She had been through it all herself. Why would she force her daughter to do the same?
She could only blame fate for its unfairness, making her and her daughter suffer the same hardships.
Lysander was driving his black Rolls-Royce on the asphalt road.
He held the steering wheel with one hand while the other dialed David.
“Look into Evelyn and Bruce’s contacts during this period, especially the day Evelyn hit Bruce,” Lysander ordered.
“Understood, Mr. Sinclair,” David replied immediately.
The living room was brightly lit when Lysander returned to the Royal Estates.
The moment he walked in, a soccer ball flew towards him, aiming straight for his face.
“Lysander!” Fitch cried out in shock, holding his breath, as he saw the soccer ball about to hit Lysander’s face.
However, Lysander simply tilted his head slightly, letting the soccer ball brush past his cheek and land on the floor,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmbouncing twice before coming to a halt.
Lysander looked inside the house with deep, intense eyes.
Dorian and Atticus were standing by the sofa, Atticus handsome little face showing surprise, while Dorian was
covering his wide-open mouth with his tiny hand, his large eyes filled with astonishment and admiration as he
looked at Lysander.
Elowen and Sophia sat on a plush carpet, holding building blocks in their tiny hands. Now, their innocent and curious
eyes were focused on Lysander.
Fitch was standing among the children, looking shaken.
“Dad, did you see how high I kicked the ball just now? It was so high.” Dorian was the first to recover. He ran over to
Lysander, looking up at him with a happy smile, telling him about his accomplishment.
He was the one who kicked the soccer ball that had nearly hit Lysander.
Plus, he kicked it so accurately that it went straight for Lysander’s handsome face.
Lysander patted his little head. “Yes, you kicked it very high. But remember to play ball outside next time.”