Chapter 552

Alaric gave her a playful glance as she leaned against his chest, a smirk tugging at his lips. “That’s all you’ve got?”

Hertha followed his gaze down to herself, realizing what he was referring to. Blushing furiously, she quickly stepped back from him and stammered out, “What…what’s wrong with me?”

Her morale fell.

“You’re just plain chubby. If you don’t have the looks, don’t try to flirt.” Alaric’s wicked comment hung in the air as he turned and sauntered away.

Hertha was left fuming, close to tears.

Wiping away her tears, Hertha called after Alaric’s retreating figure with determination and anger, “Just wait, Alaric, I’ll show you!”

Without a word or a backward glance, Alaric raised his hand in a dismissive wave before getting into his car and driving away.

In the master room of the Royal Estate, Lysander scooped Thalassa into his arms and placed her on the bed.

Feeling the soft comfort of the bed against her back, Thalassa woke up. She opened her eyes to see a handsome face with skin radiating masculine strength.

His features were exquisite and deep, as beautiful as a sculpture.

Thalassa’s heart, still fuzzy from the alcohol, jolted awake. “Lysander!” she exclaimed with her eyes widened.

Just having placed her on the bed, Lysander hadn’t managed to get up yet. At her surprised exclamation, he glanced at her with a cold, handsome face, “Awake now?”

His aura was powerful and icy, his gaze sharp and dangerous.

Thalassa instantly became alert and tried to move further away from him.

Before she could make a single move, his large hand gripped her chin. His rough fingers were as threatening as a blade. “Trying to run now? Where’s the daring, flirty girl just now? He asked.

Lysander’s eyes seemed to pull her in like a vortex.

Feeling his icy anger, Thalassa blinked innocently, “What flirting? I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

All she could remember was that Hertha had been harassed at a bar. Then Lysander showed up, and she had gone over to talk to him about their children. But then her head started to spin and she remembered nothing else.

Seeing her clueless expression, Lysander gritted his teeth and nodded slightly, “Don’t remember? Let me jog your memory…”

“Aah!”

He yanked her towards him before she could react, lifting her chin and capturing her lips in a fierce kiss.

“Um…” Thalassa was too shocked to respond, her breath hitching as he kissed her.

Lysander was a powerful man with an overwhelming masculine aura; his icy coldness was enveloping her. She felt he would tear her apart if she dared to resist.

Thalassa’s clutched his arms, initially intending to push him away. But his overwhelming presence drained her of her strength.

Her grip on his arms turned into a trembling grasp, her body going limp.

Sensing her weakening resistance, Lysander eased up slightly. She had stopped infuriating him, which was what a clever woman would do He could taste the sweet hint of alcohol on her lips, so he sucked and kissed her lips even more passionately.