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.

heart skipped a

quickly moved out of his embrace, nervously saying, “Mr. Sinclair, what a

her,

felt overwhelmed by his powerful aura, nearly

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

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

in, his hot

enveloped her, a scent so familiar to her from a stormy night five

his lips were getting closer, and she nervously

just missed her lips, whispering in her ear with his deep, magnetic voice, “You seem quite interested in

explained, “No, it’s not like that, Mr. Sinclair, you’re

me?” Lysander’s deep voice held a

made Thalassa’s heart race and her

off, and his commanding voice echoed again: “Come

hold on

her racing heart, trying

Chapter 212

its polished surface still

the

was flat causing one side of the car to sit

Near the ground, she spotted a silver needle embedded in

was the culprit that punctured

to grasp the end of the needle,

deeply, and despite her efforts,

because she couldn’t muster enough strength while crouching that she stood up, bent over,

One, two, three!

“Whoosh!”

finally came out. As the needle was freed from

for

she crashed into a solid,

chest with such force that it would’ve knocked an

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