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Chapter 426
Hearing Hertha’s voice, Thalassa struggled to suppress the fear welling up within her. “Hertha,” she
said, “I’ve got a bit of an emergency and need to head home. I won’t be staying over tonight. Don’t fret
if you don’t see me in the morning.”
As she spoke, Thalassa cast a glance at Lysander, whose intense gaze was trained on her. It was like
an invisible blade, cold and sharp, pressing against her throat.
Her heart pounded in her chest like a ping-pong ball, bouncing back and forth, as if she was a
Thanksgiving turkey being prepped for the oven.
She prayed fervently that Hertha would shake off her sleepiness and realize the urgency in her voice.
Otherwise, neither of them would stand a chance.
The air in the confined space was heavy with tension. Thalassa could hear her own heartbeat, loud and
erratic, as if her heart was about to burst out of her chest.
Lysander’s eyes never left her, and the oppressive feeling grew stronger.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust as Thalassa felt her nerves stretched to their limit, Hertha’s voice came over the phone. “Oh, I had
dozed off. Why do you need to go back so late? Is it something important, or did I miss something?”
Hearing Hertha’s words, Thalassa felt her nerves loosen in relief. She was grateful for her best friend’s
intuition and understanding.
“No, no, it’s just that I forgot to bring the clothes I need for work tomorrow. I even had to borrow your
dress for a shower. I figured I’d save myself the rush in the morning and head back now,” Thalassa
explained.
“Alright then, we’ll have you over some other time,” Hertha said.
“Sounds good. You get back to sleep, okay? Goodnight.” With that, Thalassa hung up the phone first.
Thalassa turned her clear eyes towards Lysander, as if to say ‘See, I wasn’t lying’.
But before she could speak, Lysander’s hand cradled the back of her head, drawing her closer to him..
Thalassa’s heart leaped into her throat, her eyes wide with surprise. She held her breath, bracing
herself for a kiss.
However, just as their faces were mere inches apart, Lysander’s hand stilled. He brushed away the hair
from her forehead, his movements assertive yet gentle.
At this moment, Thalassa and Lysander were so close that she could clearly see the fine details of his
handsome face. His high cheekbones, prominent nose, sensual lips, and even the pores on his skin.
And those deep, captivating eyes, framed by long, thick lashes, were enough to make her heart flutter.
She could even feel the warmth of his breath on her skin.
His magnetic charm was disarming, to the point where she couldn’t even breathe, let alone move.
“Why did you wash your hair when your forehead wound hasn’t healed?” Lysander’s voice was low and
reproachful.
His eyes were fixed on the dark red scab on her forehead, a sign of a tender healing wound. This type
of wound was prone to infection if water got in, especially with her forehead drenched in sweat.
Thalassa was taken aback, and her nerves were momentarily replaced by surprise. Was Lysander
showing concern for her?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“My head was too itchy, I couldn’t resist,” Thalassa confessed.
With a disapproving glance, Lysander directed her to sit next to him. He lowered the partition and
instructed David, “Take us to the hospital.
“Mr. Sinclair, I’m fine,” Thalassa protested. “The wound has already scabbed over. It will heal in a few
days.”
Lysander shot her a frosty look.
Thalassa fell silent, not daring to say another word.
At the hospital, after an emergency check-up, the doctor cleaned Thalassa’s wound and advised, “It’s
almost healed, so you don’t need to bandage it anymore. But be careful not to get it wet. Infections can
be tricky.”
Thalassa nodded along with the doctor’s instructions, repeating, “Yes, yes, I understand.”
As they left the hospital, Lysander walked ahead, his tall imposing figure radiating a cold aura. His
steps were quick and decisive.
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