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So, while they waited for the sheets to be changed, was she seriously not even allowed to sit on the

bed?

Thalassa was feeling a bit upset. Even if she couldn't lounge on the mattress, perching on the

nightstand would've been fine, right? Why on earth did she have to sit on his lap?

With her back against his sturdy chest, Thalassa could feel the heat emanating from his body. She

tensed up, holding her breath as if that could make her invisible.

Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer, his large hands encircled her waist, and his hot breath

cascaded down her neck, reminiscent of a predator panting over its prey – desperate to devour her but

restrained.

Thalassa's heart was all over the place, a bundle of nerves.

As the seconds ticked by, the wait felt like an eternity.

She wished someone would come to her rescue, but it was just the two of them in the room. Her mom

and Callum had been shooed away by him.

And since he was the one who sent them away, they wouldn't return until he left.

Thalassa racked her brain, trying to figure a way out of his grip.

Standing up was futile. His arms were locked around her, keeping her firmly in place.

She needed an external force.

Just as Thalassa was exhausting her mental strategies, there was a noise at the door.

Startled, Thalassa quickly turned her head to see two housekeepers pushing a cleaning cart into the

room.

Upon witnessing the scene, the housekeepers froze, a flicker of surprise crossing their faces before

they hastily said, "Oh, sorry to intrude. If now's not a good time, we can come back later."

They were about to retreat.

Thalassa’s face was as red as a ripe tomato. She smacked Lysander's hand and stammered, "Get up,

will you? They're here to change the sheets."

Her tone was far from pleasant. Lysander had insisted on her sitting on his lap, and now they were

caught in this awkward situation by the housekeepers, with her still perched on his legs.

She was thin-skinned, and being seen like this by others made her feel utterly embarrassed.

Thalassa smacked the back of Lysander's hand again, muttering complaints that left the housekeepers

both shocked and in awe.

After all, the man they were looking at was strikingly handsome, with an extraordinary presence. His

suit was impeccably tailored, and he wore a wristwatch that was clearly worth a fortune.

He exuded an air of affluence that made it clear he was a big deal, not someone they'd want to cross.

Others might have fawned over him, flirting shamelessly to get close to someone like him.

But here Thalassa was hitting him and speaking with a tone of reproach?

However, as surprised as they were, they didn't dare linger, quickly turning to leave.

Lysander's deep voice halted them, “Wait!”

His command, spoken without anger but full of authority, made the housekeepers freeze in their tracks,

turning towards him with a mix of respect and fear. Draмanоvеls.com

Even without knowing his status, his mere presence in the room demanded attention.