Chapter 446

Lysander’s gaze fell on her eyes; her lashes were long and fluttering like butterfly wings, and her pupils were clear as crystal. As she grew tense, tears shone in the depths of her eyes, tugging at his protective instincts.

His deep-set eyes were ripple with emotion.

*Promise me you’ll be good. Don’t make me angry again, okay?” His voice was a low, resonant rumble.

Thalassa quickly nodded in agreement. “I understand.”

“You can take three days off. Rest well.” Lysander’s voice softened as he released her chin.

́Suddenly, it dawned on her that while David was her immediate supervisor, Lysander was the big boss.

She had just told her boss she was planning to call David to take a leave.

Why not just ask the boss directly? It would be more persuasive, wouldn’t it?

Her mind was clearly not working under stress.

“Okay, thank you, Mr. Sinclair,” Thalassa quickly acknowledged.

Lysander bent down, his lips close to her ear, his warm breath tickling her sensitive skin. “How do you plan to thank me?” He asked.

His presence was powerful, his scent musky.

And she was losing her marble.

He was tugging at her nerves.

Thalassa couldn’t help but shrink back; her heart was fluttering; her breath was hitching in her chest.

“Mr. Sinclair, this is my friend’s room, we shouldn’t…” she stammered, gently refusing him.

“So, should we go to your place?” Lysander’s voice was a magnetic lure.

Thalassa’s heart fluttered wildly, her blood pumping in her veins.

She was breathless, blushing from the tips of her ears to her cheeks, “Mr. Sinclair, you said I should rest… Besides, I want to spend more time here at my friend’s house. It’s too boring to be at home alone. I want to chat with my friend.”

“Can I join you?” Lysander’s voice was a sultry whisper. His lips were nipping at her earlobe.

Thalassa shivered from shock, “No, there’s no need, Mr. Sinclair. You’re a busy man, I can’t distract you from your work. Maybe you should leave.”

“If you insist, I’ll stay tonight.” Lysander was growing impatient.

Thalassa stiffened, looking at him warily. “That’s not possible. This is Hertha’s home her children will be back tonight…” She said.

“So what? No one can stop me from doing what I want.” Lysander enveloped her with his masculine aura.

It was true that nobody could stop Lysander. He did as he pleased.

If Lysander forcefully stayed, when the kids were back from school, Evelyn would bring them home and they would run towards Thalassa, calling her ‘mom’ out of habit.

Just thinking about the scene made Thalassa’s heart race with fear.

He must leave.

“I have a headache. I think my concussion may be acting up, Thalassa hastily said.

Lysander’s eyes narrowed as he straightened up, his gaze focused on her.

Thalassa feigned a pained expression, holding onto her temples, “It really hurts.”

Lysander’s gaze hardened, his grip on her hand tightened, “Let’s go, we need to get to the hospital.”

He had been rather rough with her the night before in his anger. If he let her head move again, that might make things worse.

“No need. The hospital won’t do anything; the doctors will just tell me to rest. I’ll be fine after a few days.” Thalassa halted her steps, refusing to follow him.

Lysander turned around, his eyes menacing and tense, staring at her.