Chapter 1224

Lysander’s gaze was as chilling as a winter storm, sending an involuntary shiver down Thalassa’s spine as she inched backward, her eyes wide with fear.

She had merely spoken the truth, unable to fathom what had suddenly ignited Lysander’s wrath.

His eyes were as dark and unfathomable as the ocean depths, sharp as a rapier’s edge, bore into her without a word, yet their piercing intensity spoke volumes more than any speech could.

An oppressive aura enveloped Thalassa, her heart pounding faster with each passing second.

Cornered against the car door, she felt trapped with no more room to retreat.

Lysander’s arm shot forward, and Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat. Instinctively bracing to evade, she was caught off guard as his large hand clasped her wrist, pulling her firmly back into her seat.

“What’s there to fear?” His voice filled the confined space of the car.

Thalassa’s shoulders tensed, her eyes darting to his hand gripping her wrist. His fingers were long and well-defined, his skin pale and cool to the touch-just like him, aloof and silent.

wriggle free, but the memory of Lysander effortlessly snapping Callum’s wrist halted her movements. A

a timid,

he not realize

sentence from her, the atmosphere around him had turned icy,

intimidating

He resumed his rigid posture, focusing on the

wary of making any sudden movements

an enigma, unpredictable and inscrutable.

car, already heavy from Lysander’s sudden ire,

Lysander had returned to his original posture, the coldness emanating from him had not dissipated, making the already cramped space feel

her heart still

until the car pulled

voice broke the silence, “Mr. Sinclair, Ms.

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