chapter1007

Thalassa gently stroked Atticus' tender little head, her voice tinged with a bittersweet ache as she

consoled him. "Of course, Mommy is your mommy. You will be a good boy and do your homework at

home, and I'll be back before you know it."

"Okay, mom. Come back soon." Atticus replied, his voice soft and childlike, a tone he reserved only for

moments with Thalassa.

"Okay." she promised.

She watched Atticus and the other three kids retreat to their rooms. Then she turned and met

Lysander's piercing gaze.

She steadied her nerves and asked calmly, "Who are we meeting? I need to know so I can pick out the

right outfit."

"It's the son of my grandfather's friend, an international business magnate, Joshua." Lysander

explained.

So, they were meeting the son of Zephyr's friend, and he was a business tycoon no less.

Since it was Zephyr's friend's son, that meant he was of Lysander's father's generation — a senior

figure.

Meeting a business magnate required a balance in dress: not too understated, yet not too flashy.

Had Lysander really shown up at the daycare gates today just to take her to a networking mixer?

Thalassa suddenly understood why Lysander had been at the school gates.

What she couldn't fathom was why, if Lysander had no intention of marrying her or giving her any

official status, he would bring her to meet Zephyr's friend's son?

Men typically only introduced a woman into their inner circles and introduced her to important family

members only when they were committed or engaged with future secured, right?

Her current status was awkward, merely the mother of Lysander's children, neither his girlfriend nor his

fiancée. He had made it clear he'd never marry her.

She was just a tool for his fleshly needs, disposable as soon as he grew tired of her.

With such an insignificant role, why would he taking her to meet such an important senior figure?

Thalassa didn’t ask despite her confusion. Questions would only add to her embarrassment.

She had questioned Lysander many times before about whether he intended to marry her and provide

their children a complete family. The answers were always a clear refusal – it was just her delusions

and she would never be welcomed into the Sinclair family.

So, she had learned her lesson, no longer asking such foolish questions.

Thalassa searched through the wardrobe on the second floor and chose a designer dress.

The dress was pristine ivory in color with a modest Peter Pan collar and a hem just below the knee.

Although the style was understated and restrained, it was a reputable designer piece.

One couldn't meet an international business magnate in bargain-basement attire.

With light makeup and her hair elegantly pinned up to reveal her slender neck, Thalassa slipped into

her simple white flats.

Her entire demeanor was crisp, graceful, and fresh—a breath of pure elegance.

She descended the stairs to find Lysander waiting on the couch. His deep-set eyes fixed upon her,

watching her approach.

It wasn't until she was close that he looked away and stood up. His voice was deep as he said, "Let's

go."

Lysander walked ahead with long strides toward the door, and Thalassa took a deep breath before

following.

Truth be told, she wasn't interested in meeting the son of Zephyr's friend or attending any cocktail party.

All she wanted was to have Atticus erasing that damning video from Bruce's possession.

But with Lysander always being around, she hadn't had the chance to give Atticus Bruce's phone

number and IP address.

The video in Bruce's possession needed to be dealt with swiftly and successfully, with no room for

error. Otherwise, if they spooked him, Bruce could transfer the video elsewhere, making it even harder

to delete.

So, she decided to wait and talk to Atticus once she returned, to avoid any complications.