Chapter 444

No one knew where slie got her courage from, but Hertha quickly stepped forward, positioning her body to block the closet door.

With a sheepish grin, she said, “Mr. Sinclair, this is my private closet. It’s filled with my clothes. It would be…inappropriate to open it.”

Her words had barely left her lips when she was met with Lysander’s icy stare. His handsome face was as cold as frost; it seemed that he could see right through her with those sharp, icy, oppressive eyes.

Hertha couldn’t help but shiver under his scrutiny.

She recoiled slightly and stepped aside like a cat,

As soon as she moved, Lysander swung open the closet door.

The dark and enclosed space was suddenly filled with light.

Thalassa’s eyes were met with the sight of Lysander’s tall and imposing figure, standing just a few feet away from her.

His aura was intimidating, his body emanating a cold sharpness, his face stern.

locked eyes with

to freeze for a moment.

Lysander, Thalassa’s heart throbbed, her breath hitching in her

deep voice echoed through the

stepped out

in broad daylight.” Alaric leaned casually against the door

the closet door and hung her head, not daring to look at

the air. It was especially emanating from Lysander, whose

to leave the room and give the two some

walked past Alaric, he merely shifted to the side to let her pass, showing no intention of leaving. Instead, he

Alaric’s arm, attempting to pull

a piece of me? One touch, one favor. You’ve touched me more than once.” Hertha quickly released him. She lifted her hand in the air and said in nervousness, “Don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t

towards his arm, “Your hands were all over me just now, weren’t they?

Hertha hardened her resolve. She stepped forward to grip his arm firmly, “Fine, I touched you, so what? Come with me.

Hertha didn’t just hold onto his arm over his clothes. She grabbed his hand directly, pulling

disbelief; the woman really

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