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.

her heart skipped a beat.

his embrace, nervously

took a step towards her, his

his powerful

fear. Realizing she was still holding

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

leaned in, his hot breath getting

her from a stormy night five years ago, when this scent had

crazy, his lips were getting closer, and she

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

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

in me?” Lysander’s deep voice held

Thalassa’s heart race

was about to say something. Lysander cut her off, and his commanding voice echoed again: “Come to my

that, he released his hold on her

retreating figure. Thalassa clutched her racing heart, trying to calm herself

Chapter 212

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

around the car

flat causing one side of the car

the tire closely. Near the ground, she spotted

the culprit

needle, pulling with all her might

was lodged deeply, and despite her efforts,

that she stood up, bent over, and gave

One, two, three!

“Whoosh!”

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

braced herself for a

suddenly, she crashed into a solid, wide, lean, and

the man’s chest with such force that it would’ve knocked

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