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Chapter 1006
Lysander seemed oblivious to the tension surrounding him, steadfast in his support of her
education, showing no signs of prejudice or disdain.
Thalassa found him utterly confounding at times he was brutally indifferent to her feelings,
and at others, he appeared tender and understanding, as if he planned to spend the rest
of his life with her.
His moods were as changeable as the weather, deep and inscrutable. No one had ever
truly understood him, least of all someone of her modest comprehension.
Thalassa averted her gaze and avoided eye contact with Lysander. Inside her heart was a
tempest of emotions.
She turned to Atticus and said, “Let’s take your dad’s car, Atticus. We can work on the
software anytime, no rush.”
Her eyes earnestly met Atticus’.
Atticus studied her face intently, noting her serious, solemn expression. Her secret must
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtremain hidden from Dad. If she asked for Atticus’ help now, their dad would surely catch
on. It would have to wait until they were alone.
Understanding her silent plea, Atticus nodded with wisdom beyond his years. “Okay, Mom.
When we get home, come to my room, and I’ll teach you.”
“Alright.” Thalassa said, patting Atticus’ head affectionately.
The four children climbed into the car and took their seats in the back. Thalassa sat in the
passenger seat, and Lysander took the wheel.
The journey was quiet, unusually so, as the typically chatty kids sat silent and well-
behaved. Thalassa kept her focus forward, her hands clutching the seat belt, not daring to
glance at Lysander.
Lysander, with his hands firmly on the steering wheel, exuded an air of noble authority as
he drove smoothly toward Royal Estates.
Upon arrival, Thalassa quickly helped the children out of the car and took their hands as
they walked into the grand foyer.
Once they entered, Atticus tugged at Thalassa’s hand and urged her toward his room.
“Mom, let’s go to my room. It’s quiet…”
“Change into something formal. We are leaving for a cocktail party.” Lysander’s
commanding voice interrupted.
Thalassa’s steps faltered. She turned to Lysander with confusion. “A cocktail party?” she
echoed.
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Atticus also stopped; his innocent eyes fixed on Lysander.
“Yes. Get dressed. You’re meeting an elder.” Lysander instructed.
“But Dad, I booked Mom first. I need to teach her how to sort out her work on the
computer. You can’t hog her!” Atticus protested, his young face mirroring Lysander’s stern
demeanor.
Despite his youth, Atticus’ defiance had a striking resemblance to his father’s formidable
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmpresence – yet, it paled in comparison to Lysander’s mature charisma.
“Booked her? Since when do you schedule her time without my approval? All her plans
should go through me.” Lysander stated firmly.
“Why should her plan go through your approval?” Atticus challenged.
“Because she is my woman!” Lysander declared possessively.
Atticus retorted, “Mom is herself!”
“Are you asking for a spanking?” Lysander’s face turned icy with authority.
“You’re the one who deserves a spanking!” Atticus shot back.
Alarmed, Thalassa quickly pulled Atticus aside, pleading, “Enough, both of you. Atticus, go
do your homework. I’ll go with your dad to meet this elder, and when we come back, we
can spend time together. Okay?”
“But Mom, Dad said you’re his. Aren’t you our mom too?” Atticus’ voice trembled with
hurt. Thalassa’s heart ached, a sour sting at her nose. Even her child could see her pain.
She felt like a possession, devoid of autonomy, in Lysander’s world.
But what could she do? She was caught in a life, not of her choosing, in a world where her
own voice seemed to have little place.
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