NovelEnglishChapter 1266 Lysander’s aura was a tempest of icy fury, a blizzard that froze the fiery anxiety in Thalassa’s heart, cleaving it in two with the chill of a winter's night.
Her heart clenched with pain at the words he uttered.
Her breathing hitched as she gazed into Lysander’s face, a portrait of frosty severity. With a faint smile, she quipped, “If you wanted to kill me, you should've letfall into the lake and drown. Don’t worry. | can’t swim and | wouldn't have stood a chance.” A tremor shook Lysander’s icy gaze, a hidden sting in his eyes as his breath, cold and trembling, brushed against her face. Through gritted teeth, he warned, “If you're going to die, you'll die by my hand!” With that, he scooped her up in his arms.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtInstinctively, Thalassa wrapped her arms around his neck, but as she realized what he was doing, she started to push him away. “Putdown!” His hand pinched a vulnerable spot on her waist.
That tender area, already delicate, recoiled under the strength of Lysander’s grip. Thalassa’s body curled like a shrimp, a sharp gasp escaping her before she tensed up.
Her face paled, and she glared at him. “What are you doing?!” “Watch your behavior, or else you know what I'm capable of,” Lysander shot her a chilling glance as he carried her away.
His words caused a flush of embarrassment to rush to her cheeks, her pale skin turning a deep crimson.
She held her breath, choosing silence. Arguing with vl was a battle she always lost.
If he wanted her dead, why did he save her from drowning? And despite his anger and hatred, why did he still hold her? Thalassa could never quite understand Lysander. His domineering ways left no room for her will.
He carried her into the hotel.
Passersby glanced their way, curiosity etched on their faces. Thalassa felt like an exhibit, uncomfortable under their gaze, This time, she tried a different approach. “Lysander, letdown. | can walk on my own.” “Shut up!” His curt reply brokered no argument 1/2 08:52 Chapter 1266 Thalassa fell silent.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThey reached the elevator, and Lysander pressed the button for the 20th floor, ascending in silence.
In the hotel room, Evelyn emerged from the bathroom to find Callum sitting on the bed alone, his usually charming face clouded over, eyes dark with brooding thoughts.
Evelyn offered an apologetic smile. “Mr. Gordon, I'm sorry. Thalassa wants to change her situation too, but she lacks the means.” Evelyn had overheard the altercation from the bathroom.
Such scenes were all too familiar to her. She had witnessed Lysander’s possessive outbursts over Thalassa tand again, and had cto accept the harsh truth that although he claimed her, he would never marry her.
It was this very acceptance that had driven Evelyn to join Thalassa and Callum in their flight abroad when they attempted to escape.
They had only been on a simple trip, yet Lysander had tracked them down.
Evelyn pondered what Lysander truly felt for Thalassa. Unwilling to commit his love for her, yet always jealous at the thought of her with another man.
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