Chapter 362

Previously groggy from sleep, Lysander snapped fully awake at the sight of the incoming call. His obsidian eyes bore into the phone screen, a chill flickering in their depths.

Thalassa watched as he stared at the screen, her heart pounding like a boiling kettle on the stove.

Every nerve in her body was tightly strung.

Please don’t answer it!

If he did, Evelyn would surely ask about her whereabouts, what she was doing, and how much the children missed her. If this call was answered and Evelyn discovered that she had spent the night with Lysander, let alone the events from a few hours prior, there would be hell to pay.

Worse still, if the topic of the children were brought up, Lysander would undoubtedly follow the trail right to them. She would lose everything: her wealth and her precious children. It was a result she couldn’t bear.

Lysander’s deep gaze flickered towards Thalassa, who was wide-eyed and taking shallow, careful breaths. He raised an eyebrow, his voice a low and seductive rumble, “You seem quite nervous.”

Thalassa’s heart thumped wildly as she tried to rein in her frantic emotions, “Of course I’m nervous. If my mom finds out I slept with you, I won’t be able to explain it.”

As she attempted to maintain her composure, she reached for his phone. Lysander lifted his hand out of her reach, his dark eyes flicking to hers, “Then you better start explaining.”

Then he slid his finger across the screen to answer the call. Thalassa felt her heart lurch and her nerves stretch to their breaking point.

Just as Lysander was about to answer, the ringing stopped. The call had been disconnected due to inactivity. Thalassa’s taut nerves only slightly relaxed at the sight, but she remained anxious, fearing Evelyn might call again.

Lysander tossed his phone aside, a slight frown on his face. He stretched his arm out, pulling Thalassa closer so that her head rested on his arm, his actions both affectionate and domineering.

Thalassa, who had finally managed to put some distance between them, found herself drawn back.

She felt a pang of despair and her heart ached.

“What are we exactly?” She asked, trying to sound casual, “Are you going to marry me?”

The moment the words left her mouth, she felt Lysander’s arm stiffen beneath her head. The atmosphere around him turned cold, making the air seem thin.

“You know what it means to be my woman. Don’t harbor any other illusions!” His icy words lingered as he withdrew his arm from beneath her head, standing up. The blanket slid off his body, revealing his sculpted physique.

Stung by his words, Thalassa felt a sharp pang in her heart. Seeing him, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly averted her gaze, not looking at him, and she remained silent.

She knew what he meant by ‘being his woman’. She was nothing more than a kept woman, a secret hidden away from the world.

She had thought that as long as she remained by his side, she could avoid this. For as long as it took until she found a way to escape.

But she hadn’t expected this to happen before she could escape.

When she looked at him again, he was dressed in a crisp suit, looking like a wealthy businessman.

“Get up and come down for breakfast,” he said coldly, and then he left the room.

When he had first discovered that she was the woman who had saved him five years ago, he had considered marrying her. That was why he had brought her home to meet his grandparents. But now.

She was not just Bruce’s daughter, but also Leopold’s ex-girlfriend.

He wouldn’t let the Sinclair family suffer the same fate as his mother, Belinda..

Thalassa stirred, preparing to get out of bed. As she moved, she felt a painful ache throughout her body.

It was a testament to how fiercely the man had treated her.