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Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, thrown off rhythm by the memory of his response to her question that

day. Her pulse raced erratically, seeking escape from the turmoil within.

She quickly averted her gaze, refusing to look at his profile any longer, focusing straight ahead, and fell

silent.

Lysander, the kind of man whose emotions were as intense as his possessiveness, was suffocating

and painful.

She was just an ordinary woman, unable to bear the weight of his oppressive affection.

Nor could she imagine a life indefinitely by his side without any formal acknowledgment. All she

yearned for was a simple, tranquil existence.

The car pulled to a stop in the driveway of the Royal Estates.

Experience had taught her if she didn't hurry out, Lysander would come and scoop her up in a princess

carry that was as embarrassingly intimate as it was heart-fluttering, making her feel utterly

uncomfortable. Especially with so many servants around, their eyes inevitably catching the scene,

leaving her blushing and shy.

So the moment the car came to a halt, she hastily pushed the door open and stepped out onto the solid

ground, heading towards the house.

Behind her, the sound of the car door closing signaled Lysander's exit. She quickened her pace, nearly

running into the living room.

Fitch, the head butler, was directing the staff in their cleaning when he saw her. He greeted her with

respectful politeness, "Ms. Everhart, welcome back."

"Yes, thank you. Carry on," Thalassa replied cordially.

No sooner had she spoken than she felt an imposing presence behind her. A looming shadow

enveloped her before she could react, her feet lifted from the ground, and her body was suspended in

air.

Thalassa gasped in surprise, her hands instinctively reaching for something stable to prevent a fall.

As always, she found Lysander's neck, her body steadied, her panicked heart found its pace, and her

anxious eyes met the handsome face inches from hers.

His solid chest pressed against her, radiating an unshakeable strength and a potent masculine scent

that teased her cheeks.

Her heart, yet to settle, began to race once more.

Her heartbeat, right against the spot where Lysander's chest met her left breast, was for him.

His deep eyes flickered, his gaze intense as he saw her startled look. His throat tightened, and he

carried her swiftly upstairs.

The staff, led by Fitch, caught off guard by Lysander carrying Thalassa, quickly lowered their heads,

pretending to see nothing, busying themselves with their tasks, lest they draw Lysander's ire.

It was vexing. She'd tried all day to avoid this very situation, only to find herself still in his arms.

"Mmm." Thalassa was caught off guard, her lips sealed.

Lysander's breath was hot and heavy, his passion enveloping her senses. Co?tent of

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The kiss deepened, heating with every second. His strong hand gripped her slender waist, pulling her

close to him.

Thalassa, feeling the change in his body, widened her eyes in alarm.