Chapter 445

Alaric was a womanizer. But it was his first time being flirted with by a woman.

He felt as if his masculine dignity was crumbling to dust.

Alaric’s disdain and prejudice hit Hertha like a sharp needle. She felt a pang in her heart.

But she quickly gathered her composure, lifted her chin and looked him in the eye. She admitted it outright, “Yes, the wildcat is now scratching you with its claws.

So what?”

“You…” Alaric, a playboy who had charmed countless women, was left speechless by Hertha’s brazenness.

Stewing in his annoyance, he was unable to refute her confidence and candor.

Frustrated, he huffed, “I’m a dream you’ll never attain! Go home and sleep; you’ll have everything you want in your dreams!”

With that, he stormed off.

He was planning to take the elevator but realized this was a walk-up’building with no elevator in sight.

“What a lousy neighborhood? I can’t even find an elevator.” He complained.

With that, he quickly headed towards the stairs.

Hertha watched his retreating figure, snorted, and stuck out her tongue..

A dream I’ll never attain, huh? Just watch me! She thought.

Inside the apartment.

Thalassa was hiding in the closet when Lysander found her. She was overwhelmed with embarrassment; her head hung low, and she was not knowing what to do with her hands.

Lysander’s large hand cupped her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. His other hand rested on her slim waist, pulling her closer.

Their bodies were tight against each other; their lips were so close that a slight movement would result in a kiss. Thalassa could feel his hot breath on her face, and she felt a strong sense of insecurity.

Thalassa held her breath, her body tense and nervous, “Mr. Sinclair, don’t do this in Hertha’s place…”

The memory of his wildness from the night before was still fresh in her mind, and her muscle moves were still carrying that memory.

Her body seemed to still carry his warmth too.

She hadn’t yet recovered, and he was already being so domineering.

Thalassa couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Why are you hiding from me, huh?” Lysander’s voice was icy cold; his voice went up, hinting at his rage.

Thalassa was startled. Right, what was she hiding from?

Since they already agreed this was Hertha’s place, it was perfectly normal for her to be at her friend’s house.

Why should she hide?

Thalassa suddenly understood. She was regretful for her foolish behavior.

“I’m afraid you’ll catch me playing hooky.” She said.

“Who taught you to play hooky?” Lysander fixed her with an oppressive stare, his voice low and cold.

Thalassa was flustered. She stammered, “I… I had a-headache and wasn’t feeling well, thought I’d take a day off. I haven’t had a chance to ask David for leave yet. Let me go, I’ll call David right now.”

Her direct superior was David.

Lysander lifted her chin slightly, his deep eyes focused on her forehead, “The scab has turned black so it’ll be healed in a few days.”

“Yes, it will heal in a few days, but I also have a concussion…” Last night, he hadn’t considered that if her concussion was so serious that it could cost heclife.