Chapter 342

“Disappear? Do you think you’re entitled to your own life, Thalassa? From now on, you’re living under my nose, at my beck and call, until I grow tired of you. If you dare to run away, you’ll face the consequences!”

Lysander’s icy voice echoed above Thalassa’s head, the chilling aura spraying down from above. It was as cold and intimidating as something from the underworld itself.

As he finished speaking, he dropped Thalassa, got out of bed, and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Thalassa collapsed onto the bed, the loud closing of the door striking her heart like a heavy bell. The lingering sound echoed, leaving her trembling from head to toe.

She could never have imagined that the suddenly appearing Bruce was a former lover of Lysander’s mother!

And that he was responsible for the death of Lysander’s parents, leaving him to endure a childhood filled with loneliness and parental quarrels.

He should have had a happy childhood and family, yet all was ruined by Bruce.

And to make matters worse, Bruce was her biological father!

No wonder Lysander was so angry when he saw Bruce, nearly beating him to death.

At first, she thought Lysander was defending her mother.

But she didn’t expect this to be the reason.

If she were in his shoes, she would have wanted to kill Bruce too.

Now, Lysander must hate her to the core.

From the day she was born, Bruce had never contributed a penny to her upbringing, let alone played a role in her growth. Yet she was unfairly burdened with his sins.

On the afternoon at the hospital, she shouldn’t have softened her heart. For the sake of getting Bruce’s card and his promise to stop bothering her and Evelyn, she allowed him to force the card into her hand.

She thought that would bring peace, but it was just the beginning of a more cruel nightmare.

Thalassa got up to leave the hotel.

As soon as she opened the door, two black-clad bodyguards blocked her way, “Ms. Everhart, without Mr. Sinclair’s instructions, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Please let me go. I’ll speak to him,” Thalassa tried to push past the bodyguards blocking her way.

But the two of them stood firm, their imposing aura forcing Thalassa to retreat back into her room.

“Don’t get angry, okay? If I’m not allowed to leave, then I won’t,” Thalassa didn’t want to anger the trained bodyguards and risk getting beaten up.

Her health was much more important.

Seeing her retreat into the room, the bodyguards closed the door.

Thalassa sighed, feeling helpless.

What should she do now?

Thalassa’s mind was in chaos. She could only take one step at a time.

At the Royal Estates.

In the study Lysander sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his deep eyes watching the swaying shadows of the trees outside.

His tall and majestic figure sank into the black leather chair, his aura intense and sharp.

He held a cigarette between his fingers, the orange glow flickering, reflecting in the glass window. The illusion of fire, coupled with the dark green trees outside. looked like a blaze in a dark forest.

It made Lysander’s handsome face look like a brooding lion in a nocturnal jungle.

He raised his hand, put the cigarette in his mouth, and took a drag, the smoke curling around him. His ink-black eyes became even colder.

At first, when he found out that Thalassa was the woman who saved her in the barn five years ago, he was grateful and wanted to compensate her.

He even thought of bringing her home to meet his grandparents and marrying her.

However, everything that followed was beyond his expectations.

Everything went off track.