NovelEnglishThalassa snapped back to the present, locking eyes with Lysander. "Mr. Sinclair, if you're worried about eavesdroppers, we could just book a private room. Taking work discussions to your hdoesn't really seem appropriate, does it?" Thalassa was firm on not going to Sinclair Manor.
Lysander had kicked her out of Sinclair Manor the moment he woke up, and now he was inviting her back? Wasn't this skind of twisted joke? She was not skind of servant to be summoned and dismissed at will.
Besides, it was Rosalind who was now taking care of Lysander, probably living at Sinclair Manor too.
Going there would only show her how close Lysander and Rosalind had become.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhy would she put herself through that torture? No sooner had Thalassa finished speaking than Lysander's deep, magnetic voice filled the air, "What's wrong with that?" His brows arched in challenge, his handsface a blend of beauty and authority that made hearts race involuntarily.
Thalassa, who had been so confident, suddenly felt as if she was the one being unreasonable.
Blinking, her words cout less certain, "Well, it's just not proper, considering the difference between men and women." "Since when does discussing work depend on gender? Sinclair Manor isn't just hto one woman," Lysander said, turning his head away to look straight ahead. David immediately caught Lysander's cue, pushing him forward.
Taking a deep breath, Thalassa watched Lysander's retreating figure, her refusal clearly unsuccessful. His words lingered; Sinclair Manor housed other women too, obviously referring to Rosalind.
So despite Rosalind already moving into Sinclair Manor, he still wanted her to cover for work discussions? Hadn't he mentioned before that she was a thorn in Rosalind's side, that Rosalind was uneasy about their past? Even going so far as to have Susan confront her, suggesting her death would remove the thorn from Rosalind's heart.
C NOW PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES ON And now, bringing her back to Sinclair Manor, wasn't this just provoking Rosalind further? What was Lysander thinking? One moment, he was willing to let her be killed for Rosalind's peace of mind, the next, he didn't care about Rosalind's feelings by inviting her back.
Seeing Lysander nearing the restaurant's exit, Thalassa hurried to catch up.
It was just a work discussion, after all. If it upset Rosalind, that was Lysander's problem, not hers.
Besides, this was between Lysander and Rosalind. Why worry so much?
It would be a good test of her resilience. The day she could seen Lysander and Rosalind together without feeling a thing would be the day she truly moved on. Since Lysander used a wheelchair, his vehicle of choice was a spacious, modified limousine, offering plenty of room and comfort for him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmInside the limo, Lysander sat in his wheelchair while Thalassa took the seat beside him, with David driving towards Sinclair Manor.
This was the first tThalassa had shared such a confined space with Lysander since he woke up, the proximity making her heart race uncontrollably.
Lysander's presence was commanding, his scent of sandalwood filling the a iling the air, adding to Thalassa's nervousness, to the point where she couldn't even bring herself to glance at him. She turned her gaze to the window, watching the world zoom by in reverse. Lysander remained silent.
The drive was filled with an awkward silence until they finally arrived at Sinclair Manor.
David got out of the car first, opening the door for Lysander.
Thalassa, concerned about Lysander's ability to get out, also stepped out to offer her help. Sal*h ed out to the Findwebsite on Gøøgl to access chapters of early and in the highest quality. X
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