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Chapter 977
How many lies had she spun in his presence?
She could have laid out the whole story of her kidnapping today, detail by detail, but instead, she dodged and
weaved, piling lie upon lie. Such careful deceit-who was she shielding?
Besides Callum, who else mattered so much to her that she would weave such webs of lies to protect them?
Lysander’s icy, haughty words struck her like a curse, hammering against Thalassa’s eardrums, buzzing in her
head, her heart skipping a
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Tears suddenly welled up, silently spilling from the corners of her eyes.
She clenched her teeth tightly, stubbornly refusing to let out even a whimper.
All she wanted was to protect her mother. Fear of losing her mom meant she couldn’t risk even the slightest
gamble.
And yet, Lysander subjected her to such suspicion, such punishment.
The bitterness in her heart was like a draught of wormwood, choking her.
Seeing her silent and crying, Lysander felt a tug at his heart, an aching wound.
He remembered how she looked after their intimate encounters-always with that same aggrieved expression.
Grinding his teeth, Lysander’s handsome face taut with muscles and eyes deepened, he breathed heavily, staring at
Thalassa for a few seconds before turning on his heel and leaving the office.
As Lysander departed, the wintry chill in the office slowly faded.
Thalassa’s pain and sense of injustice could no longer be contained; her tears flowed unrestrained, her sobs
breaking the silence.
Outside the office, Lysander paused at the sound of her crying, his spine stiffening, his fists clenching. He bit his lip
and strode away with long, brisk steps.
Once the floodgates of emotion were opened, they were hard to close. Thalassa cried until her feelings of
oppression and pain had somewhat eased.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnly then did she gradually stop sobbing.
Slowly, she got up from the couch, her legs wobbly, her back aching.
Enduring the pain, she picked up her clothes from the floor and put them on.
All the buttons were gone; it was impossible to fasten.
She found a stapler in Lysander’s office and used it to fasten her clothes.
After tidying herself up as best as she could, she leaned on the desk and chairs, making her way out of the office.
Reaching the entrance of Sinclair Group, she saw a black Rolls-Royce parked outside.
The luxurious black car shimmered with a mysterious, opulent allure under the neon lights of the city night.
Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of the car, and she instinctively stopped in her tracks.
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