chapter1250

Last time when Thalassa was with her friend Hertha for a blind date, Lysander seemed to know every

detail as if he had been there himself.

She suspected that Alaric must be the one who called Lysander to spill the beans.

But this time was different. As she got into the car, there was no one familiar on the street, no

passersby who might recognize her. How on earth did Lysander find out?

After some thought, Thalassa concluded that it must have been Ethan who saw her and tipped off

Lysander.

After all, Lysander's buddies were always in his corner, a bunch of gossipy meddlers eager for a juicy

story. If she and Lysander ever had a falling out, those guys would be the first to grab the popcorn,

especially Ethan.

Ethan's teasing smile paused for a moment before it broadened. He crossed his arms and said

leisurely, "Lysander gave me a heads-up yesterday, told me to mind my own beeswax."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Thalassa asked, puzzled.

Ethan looked at her and explained, "I was just chilling with my phone when I caught that moment of

Callum ruffling your hair—straight out of a teen drama. I couldn't hog the show all to myself. I had to

share it with Lysander. And then I got a warning from him."

Thalassa's heart jumped to her throat, a mix of surprise and alarm quickly morphing into annoyance.

"Mr. Ethan, it's a real shame you're not a paparazzo with that nosy streak of yours. If you were, the

others wouldn't stand a chance."

Noticing Thalassa was genuinely miffed, Ethan sobered up, no longer jesting. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry.

It won't happen again, I swear. Plus, Lysander has already warned me off. From now on, I'm blind and

deaf to whatever you do, whomever you're with. I won't see a thing, won't hear a thing."

His words were a clear dig at her.

Thalassa lifted the pile of documents in her hand, threatening to toss them at Ethan.

Ethan quickly made his escape from the secretary's office and bolted back to his own, realizing the

absurdity of the situation.

"Wait a sec, I'm the boss. Since when do I run from my own secretary?" Ethan chuckled to himself.

He felt thoroughly whipped by Lysander and Thalassa.

But, it was all in good fun.

After Ethan left, Thalassa dropped the documents on her desk and let out a heavy sigh.

Her heart raced with nerves and fear.

She had thought Lysander only knew about her meeting with Callum at the diner, but he had also seen

the photo Ethan sent him—the one with Callum stroking her hair.

No wonder Lysander was so furious yesterday, even going so far as to break Callum's wrist.

When she got home, however, he didn't lash out at her, even agreeing to her suggestion to lessen

Debby's punishment.

It was only thanks to the baby she was carrying that she dodged a bullet this time.

Lysander might be cold and merciless, but he was tender when it came to the kids. New chаpter

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In a flash, Thalassa scoffed at herself. How could that be possible? He couldn't possibly like her.