chapter1225

Today, Lysander only lingered on the edge of the play mat for a few seconds before striding away,

marching upstairs with a visage that was stormy and dark as a winter's night.

Thalassa watched Lysander's retreating figure, exhaling a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.

Her body relaxed, but her heart remained taut with unease, wondering what had ruffled his feathers.

She had already laid out the reasons for her meet-up with Callum today, and he had accepted her

explanation.

Why was he suddenly in a huff again?

Thalassa had never been able to fully read Lysander.

"Mama, does Daddy not like our new house?" Elowen's little face turned towards Thalassa, her

expression one of tiny heartbreak as she asked in a timid voice.

Thalassa quickly soothed her, "No, sweetheart. Daddy's just busy with work, and he’s gone to take care

of it."

"Yeah, Daddy loves his work, so we should build him an office!" chimed in Dorian, his eyes lighting up

with the idea.

"And a desk!" added Atticus.

"And bookshelves, and a computer!" Sophia chimed in, letting her imagination run wild.

"Okay, let’s build with the blocks together!" Elowen regained her cheer, grabbing hold of the colorful

pieces and resuming her construction.

The other three children were equally absorbed in their play, creating a cacophony of joyous laughter.

After putting the four children to bed that evening, Thalassa headed to the master bedroom to shower

since all her clothes were there. Not visiting the master bedroom would mean no clothes to change

into, and taking clothes out to shower elsewhere would seem overly deliberate, possibly tipping

Lysander off to her evasiveness.

When Thalassa entered the master bedroom, Lysander was nowhere to be seen. He must have been

busy working in the study.

With a sense of relief, she picked out her clothes and stepped into the bathroom for a shower.

Meanwhile, Lysander was poring over a contract when his phone buzzed with a call from Ethan in the

study.

Sliding to answer, he opened the speaker and continued to scrutinize the document.

Ethan's teasing voice came through, "Lysander, you haven't had a spat with Ms. Everhart, have you?

I'd hate to be the cause of any discord between you two over a mere photo—that would weigh on my

conscience."

Ethan’s words were probing, gauging Lysander's mood. Anger would confirm a quarrel with Thalassa,

while a calm tone would suggest she had mollified him.

Ethan never missed an opportunity to dig for Lysander's gossip.

"Really? You wouldn't want us to fight?" Lysander inquired, his tone betraying nothing amiss.

Denied any juicy details, Ethan felt a twinge of disappointment but still voiced his wish for harmony

between Lysander and Thalassa.

"Mind your own business in the future when it comes to my affairs!" Lysander's voice was harsh, his

mood clearly soured. Draмa?ovеls.cом

Now, he was irked about something else.

Ethan paused, then chuckled, "Got it, I'll steer clear of meddling from here on out. By the way, have you

looked over that contract?"