Chapter 366

The man’s aura was icy. He was like a captivating demon as he walked in. A layer of frost seemed to settle on his handsome, sharply defined face, chilling the air around him.

Thalassa was so startled that she held her breath, hastily ending her call and holding her phone behind her back.

Lysander strode forward, his large hand gripped her shoulder. His expression was cold and angry.

“Hand it over!”

His commanding tone left no room for argument. The chilling aura he exuded was intimidating.

Thalassa stared at him with bright and terrified eyes.

His domineering presence was too overpowering and Thalassa, unable to withstand it, reluctantly handed over the hidden phone.

As soon as it was brought forward, Lysander snatched the phone away. He unlocked the phone, his face darkening with displeasure. “Password!”

“Six ones.” Thalassa didn’t dare to lie and reported truthfully.

Lysander’s slender fingers tapped on the phone screen, inputting the six ones, and the phone unlocked.

His deep-set eyes gave her a cold stare before he checked the call logs.

The most recent call was from Evelyn, a minute ago.

So, she had been sneakily calling Evelyn just now?

He tossed the phone back at her, and Thalassa, in her rush, managed to catch it.

Lysander stared at her coldly, “You were just calling your mom. Why the secrecy? Do you have something to hide from me?”

His deep-set eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.

His eyes were beautiful, framed by long lashes. His double eyelids were deeply creased and very charming.

However, these beautiful eyes, when angry, were as oppressive as a beast’s.

Thalassa needed immense psychological strength to withstand his domineering presence.

Her heart felt heavy, her nerves were stretched taut from the tension. Under his icy gaze, she shook her head, “No secrets, I was just badmouthing you to my mom. I was afraid you’d hear.”

Of course, there were secrets.

The secret of her four hidden children.

It was a secret she would never let him know.

At her words, Lysander’s lips twisted into a mocking smile, his voice icy, his gaze cold, “Who are you to speak ill of me? Reflect on yourself first!”

Then he turned and left the room.

Watching his retreating figure, Thalassa frowned, her anxiety quickly turning into resentment.

Reflect on herself?

What had she done?

Was it wrong to not want to be his lover?

Bruce, in his youth, had seduced her mother. That wasn’t her fault.

She had never met Bruce until recently, and he had never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father.

To her, Bruce was nothing more than a stranger she had met by chance.

She didn’t want to be Bruce’s daughter.

Was all of Bruce’s wrongs to be vented on her?

How could she be blamed?

As Thalassa was dwelling on this, her phone vibrated. A message had arrived.

It was from Evelyn.

[Thalassa, the kids miss you. Come back when you can.]

The short message made Thalassa feel a heartache.

She missed the kids too.

She couldn’t stay here any longer. She had to go back.

Quickly deleting the message, she left the room and went downstairs.

Lysander was sitting at the dining table, elegantly enjoying his dinner.