Chapter 212

Thalassa stood in front of a black Rolls Royce, its polished surface still gleaming with a luxurious sheen, even in the absence of light.

She did a lap around the car and noticed a punctured tire.

The tire was flat causing one side of the car to sit lower than the other.

Crouching down, Thalassa inspected the tire closely. Near the ground, she spotted a silver needle embedded in the rubber.

That was the culprit that punctured the tire.

She reached out to grasp the end of the needle, pulling with all her might to yank it out.

But the needle was lodged deeply, and despite her efforts, it wouldn’t budge.

Perhaps it was because she couldn’t muster enough strength while crouching that she stood up, bent over, and gave it her all, gripping the end of the needle.

One, two, three!

“Whoosh!”

The needle finally came out. As the needle was freed from the tire, her body, due to the excessive force, toppled backward.

She braced herself for a painful butt–landing.

But suddenly, she crashed into a solid, wide, lean, and strong embrace.

She hit the man’s chest with such force that it would’ve knocked an average person off his feet.

But this man was strong, extremely steady, tall with powerful legs, and had a tremendous sense of stability.

He didn’t even flinch, instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his chest.

In his strong masculine presence and his cold, intimidating aura, Thalassa hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

In her panicked gaze, she saw his chiseled face, his deep–set features, and his star–like eyes–handsome and profound.

speech faltered, her heart skipped a beat. “Holy cow, it’s

of his embrace, nervously saying, “Mr. Sinclair,

step towards her, his gaze intense

overwhelmed by his

in fear. Realizing she was still holding the needle, she quickly hid it behind her, putting up

the car, and she was cornered with nowhere to go. Lysander leaned against the car, trapping her between

in, his hot breath

familiar to her from a stormy night five years ago, when this scent had once entangled

lips were getting closer, and she

her lips, whispering in her ear with his deep, magnetic voice, “You seem

causing her to shrink her neck. She hastily explained, “No, it’s not like that, Mr. Sinclair, you’re

me?” Lysander’s deep

mysterious words made Thalassa’s heart race

off, and his commanding voice echoed again: “Come to

his hold on her and stepped

Thalassa clutched her racing

Chapter 212

surface still gleaming with a

the car

tire was flat causing one side of the car to sit lower than

inspected the tire closely. Near the ground, she spotted a silver

the culprit

of the needle, pulling with all

lodged deeply, and despite her efforts, it wouldn’t

she stood up, bent over, and gave it

One, two, three!

“Whoosh!”

finally came out. As the needle was freed from the tire, her body, due to the excessive force,

for

crashed into a solid, wide,

that it would’ve knocked an average person

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