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Lysander's aura was a tempest of icy fury, a blizzard that froze the fiery anxiety in Thalassa's heart,

cleaving it in two with the chill of a winter's night.

Her heart clenched with pain at the words he uttered.

Her breathing hitched as she gazed into Lysander's face, a portrait of frosty severity. With a faint smile,

she quipped, "If you wanted to kill me, you should've let me fall into the lake and drown. Don't worry. I

can't swim and I wouldn't have stood a chance."

A tremor shook Lysander's icy gaze, a hidden sting in his eyes as his breath, cold and trembling,

brushed against her face. Through gritted teeth, he warned, "If you're going to die, you'll die by my

hand!"

With that, he scooped her up in his arms.

Instinctively, Thalassa wrapped her arms around his neck, but as she realized what he was doing, she

started to push him away. "Put me down!"

His hand pinched a vulnerable spot on her waist.

That tender area, already delicate, recoiled under the strength of Lysander's grip. Thalassa's body

curled like a shrimp, a sharp gasp escaping her before she tensed up.

Her face paled, and she glared at him. "What are you doing?!"

"Watch your behavior, or else you know what I'm capable of," Lysander shot her a chilling glance as he

carried her away.

His words caused a flush of embarrassment to rush to her cheeks, her pale skin turning a deep

crimson.

She held her breath, choosing silence. Arguing with Lysander was a battle she always lost.

If he wanted her dead, why did he save her from drowning? And despite his anger and hatred, why did

he still hold her?

Thalassa could never quite understand Lysander. His domineering ways left no room for her will.

He carried her into the hotel.

Passersby glanced their way, curiosity etched on their faces. Thalassa felt like an exhibit,

uncomfortable under their gaze.

This time, she tried a different approach. "Lysander, let me down. I can walk on my own."

"Shut up!" His curt reply brokered no argument.

Thalassa fell silent.

They reached the elevator, and Lysander pressed the button for the 20th floor, ascending in silence.

Evelyn offered an apologetic smile. "Mr. Gordon, I'm sorry. Thalassa wants to change her situation too,

but she lacks the means."

Evelyn had overheard the altercation from the bathroom.

Such scenes were all too familiar to her. She had witnessed Lysander's possessive outbursts over

Thalassa time and again, and had come to accept the harsh truth that although he claimed her, he

would never marry her. Co?tent of Drаmа?ovels.cоm

They had only been on a simple trip, yet Lysander had tracked them down.