Leopold held his knife and fork, his breath uneven as he stared down at the steak in front of him, untouched.
His heart was in pain, a tempest of anguish swirling inside him.
âLeopold, whatâs wrong? You donât look well. Do you need to go to the hospital? Debby, seeing his pale complexion, was filled with concern.
Leopold put his cutlery down. The sound of the silverware clinking against the wooden table was more profound than it should have been.
âIâm not hungry. Iâm leaving.â His voice was flat, eyes hollow. He stood up abruptly and left.
His sudden outburst took Debby aback. âLeopold, wait for me. If youâre not feeling well, let me accompany you to the hospital.â
She regretted being impatient for deliberately acting coy to make him show his affection. They had only met at a cocktail party the day before, and after she had made the first move, Leopold seemed to have been somewhat interested. She had thought they were already on the verge of becoming a couple.
But now, he was upset.
Leopold ignored Debby, and his amber eyes fixed on Thalassa, who was sitting across the room. His gaze was intense, full of pain and anger.
Thalassa never looked up, even when Leopold walked past her, leaving a trail of cold wind that brushed against her skin.
âLeopold, wait for me!â Debbyâs frantic voice echoed behind him.
As their footsteps faded, Thalassaâs heart remained heavy. She distractedly picked up a piece of steak.
Her wrist suddenly was gripped tightly.
âAre you trying to get yourself killed?â
Looking up, she met Lysanderâs icy gaze. His handsome face was stern, his eyes stormy.
Startled, she looked down at her hand holding a knife. The blade pointed downwards with a piece of steak on it.
She was about to eat with the knife!
If she had proceeded, her lips would have been cut.
For the first time, Thalassa felt guilty under Lysanderâs cold, domineering demeanor. âIâm sorry, I wasnât paying attentionâ¦â
Lysander huffed, releasing her hand. âThe person you should be apologizing to is not me but yourself!â
Thalassa lowered her eyes, nodding in agreement. âYouâre rightâ¦
Lysander watched her, never missing a single expression.
Suddenly, he stood up, pulling her to her feet and leading her out of the restaurant.
Caught off guard, Thalassa stumbled after him.
Before she knew it, she was thrown into his car, the door slamming shut behind her.
She was left in the car with Lysander.
His icy aura filled the small space, making it hard for her to breathe.
âFollow that Bentley!â Lysander ordered the driver.
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