chapter1048

Lysander's gaze was deep and brooding. A cold, commanding aura emanating from him, silencing the

chatter around.

He ignored Elowen's small talk; he wasn't here for sightseeing, and he certainly didn't believe Thalassa

had brought the kids here for a holiday either.

Little Dorian, who had been engrossed in a model airplane, paused and looked up as Lysander

entered. His almond-shaped eyes sparkled like stars, instantly losing interest in the toy plane and

dashing toward his father with tiny, hurried steps.

"Daddy, you're here!" Dorian ran up to Lysander, wrapping his small arms around his other leg,

nuzzling his head against him in an affectionate gesture filled with love for his father.

Atticus walked out of the room, holding Sophia's hand, his young eyes fixed on Lysander, yet not

showing the same excited delight as Elowen and Dorian.

Atticus' handsome little face was puffed up, his thoughts unreadable. While Sophia, with her cherubic

and adorably cool features, beamed with joy but restrained herself, gazing reservedly at Lysander.

That was when Evelyn emerged from the room and caught sight of Lysander standing in the hall. She

gasped, almost unable to catch her breath. Her heart raced with fear.

After taking a deep breath, she mustered the courage to speak, her voice trembling, "You... you...

you… How did you get here so quickly?"

She had hoped, as Callum had said, that they were beyond Lysander's reach and that they could live

quietly here. Her dream had barely lasted a few hours before turning into a nightmare.

Lysander had tracked them down, dropping into the villa as if from nowhere!

With an icy glance, Lysander silenced Evelyn, who shivered under his gaze and was too frightened to

utter another word.

His presence was overwhelming, not something the average person could contend with.

Seeing the children and both Thalassa and Evelyn, his anger stirred, barely contained. His glare turned

to Callum, who was standing protectively in front of Thalassa. "Move aside!"

Callum's heart sank under Lysander's intimidating presence, but he didn't budge. He made a promise,

and he was committed to helping Thalassa to the end.

"Lysander, you're nothing to Thalassa. What right do you have to control her?" Callum held Lysander's

gaze defiantly.

Lysander's patience had run dry; he wouldn't waste any word with Callum. He commanded his

bodyguard, "Throw him aside, and break his legs!"

The bodyguard stepped forward forcefully, grabbed Callum, and threw him to the side.

Callum, shielding Thalassa, stumbled as he was shoved away.

A path was cleared between her and Lysander. Thalassa's heart raced with panic, her limbs failing her.

"Ouch!" A groan escaped Callum as the bodyguard struck. Pain etched in his voice.

Thalassa's eyes widened with shock as she rushed to protect Callum, struggling to pull the bodyguard

away.

"Stop! Don't hurt him, please don't!" she pleaded while tugging at the bodyguard.

But the bodyguard was relentless, his fists pounding down on Callum, who grunted with each blow.

Desperation took hold of Thalassa. In a frantic move, she wrapped her arms around Callum and

shielded him with her own body from the bodyguard's punches.

The moment Thalassa embraced him, ripples of emotion stirred through Callum, and his body was

tensing.

The bodyguard's fist, poised to strike Thalassa's back, suddenly hung in the air. He looked to Lysander

for direction.

Thalassa was shielding Callum; should he continue?