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.

faltered, her heart skipped a beat. “Holy

his embrace, nervously saying, “Mr. Sinclair, what a

her, his

felt overwhelmed by his powerful aura,

stepping closer and closer. Thalassa retreated in fear. Realizing she was still holding the needle,

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

hot breath getting

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

were getting closer, and she nervously turned her face

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

her neck. She hastily explained, “No, it’s not like that, Mr. Sinclair, you’re misunderstanding and I’m not

Lysander’s deep

mysterious words made Thalassa’s heart race and

Lysander cut her off, and his commanding voice

hold on her and stepped into the

clutched her racing heart,

Chapter 212

a black Rolls Royce, its polished surface still gleaming with a luxurious sheen, even in

a lap around the car and noticed a

side of the car

ground, she spotted a silver needle embedded

was the culprit that punctured

out to grasp the end of the needle, pulling with all her might to

deeply, and despite her efforts,

she couldn’t muster enough strength while crouching that she stood

One, two, three!

“Whoosh!”

was freed from the tire, her body, due to the

for a

crashed into a solid, wide, lean,

such force that it would’ve knocked

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