Chapter 910

As Lysander’s gaze drifted towards the throw pillow, Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat. With a swift movement, she reached out, cupped his face in her hands, and forcefully turned his attention back to her, feigning a frantic, though strained, smile.

“This house was initially under my name; it belongs to me. Doesn’t it make sense for me to live in my own house? If I don’t live here, should I bring my mom to live in Royal Estates? She’s not your mother-

in-law. Would you even agree to that?”

To divert Lysander’s attention, Thalassa put on a flirtatious smirk and playfully teased him, successfully shifting the blame onto him.

If he started digging into the house issue, he might let his possessiveness kick in, barring her and her mother, Evelyn, from staying. Especially after the harrowing ordeal Evelyn had just suffered, if she found out they were being kicked out again, the emotional toll would be immense.

Thalassa couldn’t bear the thought of causing her mother more distress.

As Thalassa’s hands cradled Lysander’s face, her cool fingertips brushed against his warm cheeks, her anxious eyes pretending to flirt as they locked with Lysander’s ocean-deep gaze.

Outwardly, she appeared casual and affectionate, but inside, her heart pounded like a drum, “thumping” erratically.

Her chilly touch seemed to pour a bucket of co/.

roverander’s fiery temper, quenching the anger in his heart.

He stared back at her with deep-set eyes, a shadow of a smile playing on his lips, “You want the house? I’ve told you before, you’re my woman. Besides the title of Mrs. Sinclair, just ask, and I can give you anything you want.”

With a swift move, Lysander wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her close, narrowing the gap between them.

Caught by surprise, Thalassa stumbled backward, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest as she craned her neck to look up at him.

His face was so close she could make out each pore, the elastic allure of his skin radiating a bold masculine charm. Those deep eyes exerted an innate authority that sent shivers down her spine.

Her heart fluttered wildly, like a doe in the headlights.

Lysander always managed to throw her off balance with his domineering gestures.

Thalassa laughed, “Even Charlotte Ravensong couldn’t dream of claiming the Mrs. Sinclair title. How could I be so presumptuous? If you really mind the house Leopold left me, fine, you can take the house. Just find me a new place.”

In the past, she wanted to buy a house through her own effort, providing Evelyn a permanent residence in Starhaven for a sense of belonging. This was intended to provide stability instead of the continuous uncertainty and anxiety that came with renting in unsafe neighborhoods.

She thought her mother could wait a few more years for her to save up for a house. But with the sudden turn of events, she couldn’t let her mother live in rented accommodations any longer. She feared the anxiety and the psychological scars Bruce had inflicted might drive her mother to despair.

She needed to lead her mother out of the darkness, and the first step was to provide a stable home.

Lysander himself had said it aside from the title of Mrs. Sinclair, he would give her anything she desired.

Lysander gazed deeply at her in silence. His eyes, as profound as the depths of the sea, were unfathomable, making it impossible to guess or see through them.

The longer she looked, the more a wave of panic rose within her.

Thalassa met his eyes for a few seconds, her anxiety mounting, “Forget it, let’s just pretend I didn’t…”

Just as Thalassa was about to give up, his voice broke through.

“Pick any villa in the Royal Estates, and it’s yours. Once you’ve chosen, I’ll transfer the deed to your name. You and your mother can live there,” Lysander interrupted, his voice a low rumble.

Thalassa’s eyes widened, holding his gaze for a moment longer, sensing his earnestness. She suddenly retreated, “Let’s not bother with a villa in Royal Estates: They’re way too upscale, not even a billion could buy one there. It doesn’t match the value of this place.”

Evelyn was emotionally unstable, and Thalassa didn’t want to live in Royal Estates, no matter how luxurious. Even if they weren’t under the same roof as Lysander, the proximity was too close, which was a constant source of dread. Living there, always fearing Lysander might pop by, would be no different from the anxiety of renting.