Chapter 447
The palpable silence was unsettling, and Thalassa felt a shiver of unease. Just as she was about to
lose her composure, he let go of her hand.
“Don’t stay up late,” he cautioned before leaving the room.
As Thalassa watched his towering figure disappear, she let out a sigh of relief. She had an uncanny
feeling that Lysander’s sudden visit to Hertha’s house was for
her.
He came because she had skipped work!
Otherwise, why would the CEO bother to deliver a.mere check from a gourmet competition? That was
a task easily delegated to an assistant.
And the reporters added nothing to his public image.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLysander didn’t need to build an image of responsibility and philanthropy. He was already so formidable
and needed no image crafting.
Thalassa shook her head, dispersing her wild thoughts.
Lysander just visited her in person and granted her a three-day leave. Was she that important to him? It
must be a ploy to create an image of a caring, responsible, and child-loving man.
After all, people tended to make up for what they lacked.
Hertha had her ear pressed against the door, straining to hear the conversation. Suddenly, the door
swung open from the inside. Hertha stumbled but managed to stop herself from crashing into Lysander.
Looking up at the brooding figure, she forced a chuckle, “Ha, Mr. Sinclair, leaving so soon? Won’t you
stay for dinner?”.
Lysander spared her a glance, ignored her, and strode away with a commanding air.
“Mr. Sinclair, take care,” Hertha called out, still chuckling nervously. “Do visit again…
Before she could finish, Thalassa dragged her inside.
“Thank you for the invitation,” Thalassa said sarcastically.
“Shh, he might still hear you,” Hertha warned, making a zipping motion.
Thalassa quickly clamped her mouth shut, not wanting to provoke Lysander.
Once the door was shut, Hertha pulled her onto the couch with a curious look. “So, what happened in
the room?” She asked.
Thalassa blushed and tapped Hertha on the head, “What’s on your mind? What could possibly happen
in such a short time?”
“Wow, so Lysander is a man of endurance, huh?”
Thalassa’s face turned crimson on hearing her remarks. She started tickling Hertha, “Can you
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmbehave?”
“Ah, hahaha, stop it, I won’t ask anymore…” Hertha, who was ticklish, fell onto the couch, laughing until
she was teary-eyed.
Thalassa let her go, sighing forlornly. “Why Lysander can always find me? Do I have a special smell or
something?” She lifted her arm to sniff herself.
Hertha sat up straight, dabbing her eyes with a tissue, “Impossible. Lysander isn’t a hound, is he?”
“Why then? Even when I hide in the closet, he knows,” Thalassa was baffled.
Hertha shook her head. “I don’t know either. I’m equally curious and surprised.”
The moment Lysander walked into the room; he headed straight for the closet without searching
anywhere else.
He was indeed formidable.
“Hey, Thalassa, this necklace is beautiful. Where did you get it?” Hertha suddenly noticed the diamond
necklace around Thalassa’s neck and exclaimed