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

moved out of his embrace, nervously saying, “Mr.

her, his

his

she was still holding the needle, she

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

leaned in, his hot breath getting closer and

strong, masculine scent enveloped her, a scent so familiar to her from a stormy night five years ago, when this scent

pounded like crazy, his lips were getting

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

neck. She hastily explained, “No,

interested in me?” Lysander’s deep voice held a hint

Thalassa’s heart race and her

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

that, he released his hold on

clutched her racing heart,

Chapter 212

polished surface still gleaming

around the car and noticed

tire was flat causing one side of the car to

Near the ground, she spotted a silver needle embedded in the

the culprit that punctured the

reached out to grasp the end of the needle, pulling with all

the needle was lodged deeply, and despite her efforts, it

enough strength while crouching that she stood up, bent

One, two, three!

“Whoosh!”

freed from the tire, her body,

for

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

such force that it would’ve knocked an average

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