chapter1216

Callum chuckled, a warm and approachable aura around him as he casually lifted his hand and ruffled

Thalassa's hair gently. His voice was soft and soothing, "Silly girl, no need to apologize. It's not your

fault, and I've never blamed you. I only blame myself for not being sharp enough to evade Lysander's

quick pursuit."

Thalassa blinked in surprise. Callum had just tousled her hair!

By the time she gathered her thoughts, his hand had already retreated, his face donning its usual smile

as he continued to speak to her.

There was no hint of awkwardness or tension from the gesture, and it felt so natural that Thalassa

questioned if she was reading too much into it.

This was just Callum being Callum, showing the same gentle affection not only to her but to everyone

by playfully ruffling their hair.

Seeing his easygoing demeanor, Thalassa blinked away the shock in her eyes, trying to regain her

composure.

It was funny, he was the one who had touched her head, yet she was the one feeling embarrassed.

"No, you've done more than enough, and I'm grateful for everything you've done for us. Lysander is just

too powerful. Even if he hadn't found us that day, he was bound to catch up to us eventually," Thalassa

reassured Callum, urging him not to be too hard on himself. It wasn't his oversight. Lysander's

influence was just too vast for the average people to contend with.

Thalassa was focused on her conversation with Callum, unaware that Ethan, who had just stepped out

of the Crawley Group's office, had spotted her getting into the car. He whipped out his phone and

snapped a quick photo of them.

Callum caught a glimpse of the man standing at the Crawley Group's entrance from the corner of his

eye. A fleeting sparkle passed through his warm eyes, but it was gone in an instant.

"Let's not talk about this now. Let's go grab some lunch," Callum shifted the topic, instructing the driver,

"Head over to Fortune Restaurant, please."

The car started and drove away.

Back at the Crawley Group entrance, Ethan leaned lazily against the door frame, too impatient to head

to his own car and sent the photo to Lysander right there and then.

Ethan loved a good piece of gossip, especially when it involved Lysander.

Any chance to get the scoop on Lysander was too good for him to wait even a second.

After sending the photo, Ethan messaged, [Lysander, you might want to dial up the charm, buddy. Ever

heard of the 'hair ruffle' move? Works like a charm on ladies. Why not give it a try?]

With a smirk, he stared at his phone, waiting for Lysander's response.

Minutes ticked by without a peep from the screen. As he watched, Ethan felt a chill seep through the

display, half-convinced his phone would crack from the cold if he kept up this mockery of Lysander.

Shaking off the eerie sensation, Ethan chuckled to himself.

He knew it wasn't his phone icing over. It was the icy rage emanating from Lysander on the other end.

Even without seeing Lysander in person, Ethan could picture his handsome face darkened, brooding

like a stormy sky on the brink of unleashing its fury.

He was playing with fire, tempting the tiger's wrath.

Meanwhile, in the Sinclair Group's presidential office.

Lysander held his phone, staring at the photo on the screen.

Callum faced the car window, his expression brimming with tenderness as he stroked Thalassa's hair.

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And Thalassa didn't pull away!

This image stung Lysander's eyes, the air around him dropping in pressure, threatening to turn to ice.