chapter1257

Thalassa crept into the kitchen and whipped up a quick dinner. After making sure her mother was fed

and comfortably tucked into bed for the night, she retreated to her room and dialed Ethan's number.

"Mr. Ethan, I need to ask for an extended leave of absence," she said when the call connected.

"A long leave? Why? Is it because of what happened today at the client's office? Are you scared? It's

all good now; we've dealt with it," Ethan reassured her. He had heard about the incident at the photo

shoot.

Susan had been injured and hospitalized, which meant the ad campaign they were working on had to

be postponed.

Since Lysander had escorted Thalassa away from the scene, it was clear to Ethan that Lysander didn't

blame her for the mishap.

"It's not that. I just need to rest for a bit and clear my mind. Please, Mr. Ethan, just say yes," Thalassa

pleaded earnestly.

Understanding that she wished to travel, not out of fear or distress from the day's events, Ethan's tone

softened. "Alright, if it's for a bit of fun, I'll grant you the leave. If you're worried about the incident,

though, there's no need to back down or fear any repercussions from the company. The doors of

Crawley Group are always open to you."

Thalassa's eyes welled up with gratitude at Ethan's words.

Even Ethan, who wasn't particularly close to her, trusted her implicitly. But Lysander, the man who

shared her bed every day, doubted her. The bitterness and hurt she felt were likely due to this stark

contrast and sense of abandonment.

After hanging up with Ethan, Thalassa had intended to sleep but then thought it necessary to tell

Lysander about her travel plans.

His lack of trust was his issue, but whether to tell him about her trip was another matter.

If she were to leave Starhaven without a word, he would probably be furious.

She opened the contacts on her phone, found Lysander's name. As she was about to dial, the sting of

his words in the car earlier pricked at her heart.

Part of her didn't want to call him out of spite.

But reason prevailed over impulse, and she pressed his name, dialing his number.

Instantly, a cold, impersonal voice came from the other end, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is

switched off."

Switched off?

She hit the end call button but continued to stare at Lysander's name on the screen.

And now, following the day's unfortunate events, he had switched off his phone.

Thalassa couldn't help but think he did it deliberately to avoid her. Updated at Dr?manovеls.cоm