Chapter 980
Thalassa sat vigilantly beside Sophia’s bed, her hand softly stroking the little girl’s back in a comforting rhythm. Her
voice, tender and soothing, must have slipped into Sophia’s dreams. Sophia’s tiny, startled frame ceased its
trembling, and the furrowed brow of innocence smoothed out as she fell deeper into slumber. Her breathing
became even and sweet.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter ensuring Sophia was sound asleep, Thalassa lingered for a moment before leaving the room. She felt
disheveled and longed for hot shower, but her clothes were all in the master bedroom on the second floor.”
The living room was deserted; Lysander was likely in the master bedroom, presumably asleep.
Thalassa hesitated, reluctant to confront Lysander. However, her blouse was missing buttons, temporarily fastened
with a paperclip. Her skirt had a torn patch, and a sticky discomfort clung to her skin.
She needed a bathe.
Finally, summoning her courage, Thalassa tiptoed to the master bedroom. The door was ajar. With the faint light
from the hallway spilling in, she could make out the emptiness of the room – no Lysander in sight, the bed
unoccupied.
She peeked into the bathroom. The door was open, the interior silent.
Emboldened by his absence, Thalassa flicked on the light and headed in to find fresh clothes before retreating to
the sanctuary of the bathroom.
As she undressed, the mirror revealed a sizable love bite on her neck, a vivid testament to Lysander’s passion in the
Sinclair Group office earlier. His intensity had left her skin tingling with a mix of pain and shivers. She hadn’t realized
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthe mark would be so pronounced.
Touching the bruise, Thalassa winced at the lingering soreness. The night had been a tumultuous roller coaster of
emotions, surviving kidnappers only to face Lysander’s unpredictable wrath.
She thought about the office incident, her heart constricting as she gripped the edge of the sink, her breathing
heavy.
To Thalassa, what was the difference between Lysander and those abductors? The only distinction was that the
kidnappers’ ropes were visible, while Lysander’s bonds were invisible chains.