Chapter 295


    He smirked and asked sarcastically, “What, got the presidential suite on your mind again?”


    Thssa choked on her coffee, spewing a mouthful all over the table.


    Quickly, she grabbed a napkin and started wiping, “Sorry, didn’t mean to.”


    Thest time she mentioned a date, he was on the phone booking the presidential suite in a heartbeat.


    Now, why were they back on that topic again?


    He just mentioned the suite, and all those moments involuntarily flooded back into her mind.


    The coffee was practically scared out of her mouth.


    While Thssa was frantically cleaning the table, Lysander, cool as a cucumber, picked up a napkin


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    and helped her.


    Amidst the chaos, Thssa’s hand identally brushed against his.


    She felt a wave of unease. Every time she touched him, she felt a tingling sensation, like a mild electric


    shock.


    Almost instinctively, she quickly pulled her hand back.


    Realizing her reaction was a bit too obvious, she nced up at Lysander, only to find his deep gaze


    fixed on her.


    His eyes were full of longing.


    Thssa was already on edge, and his stare only made her more uneasy.


    She quickly stood up, nervously saying, “I, uh, got to hit thedies’ room.”


    Without saying a word, Lysander watched Thssa hastily leave.


    The coffee shop bathroom was located in the mall.


    She had to exit through the side door of the coffee shop, take a left, and go down a corridor.


    Picking up the pace, Thssa reached the bathroom, washed her hands in front of the mirror, rinsed


    off the coffee stains, and cleaned the spots on her dress with


    water.


    Once she was clean, she cupped water in her hands and sshed her face.


    She let the cold water shock her flushed face, trying to cool herself down.


    After washing her face, she leaned on the sink, looking at her reflection, water droplets all over her


    face, looking a little worse for wear.


    Today, Lysander’s attitude towards her was a bit perplexing.


    She thought she saw a glimmer of hope, a chance that they could really be together.


    Suddenly, another figure appeared in the mirror, slowly approaching.


    Behind her, the click-ck of high heels on the floor sent a chill down her spine.


    As Thssa watched the face in the mirror gradually getting closer, she grew wary, her brows


    furrowing.


    With her wless makeup and trendy outfit, the woman in the mirror looked neat and stylish.


    It was Faye.


    Thssa stood up, ready to leave.


    But Faye blocked her path. Faye’s piercing eyes were fixed on Thssa, a smirk ying at the corners


    of her mouth, “Well, well, you not only took over my job but also my ce by Lysander’s side!”


    Thssa smiled and cautiously said, “You’re here to use the restroom, right? Go ahead.”


    She deliberately moved aside to make way.


    But Faye didn’t pass. Instead, she turned around and continued facing Thssa, “Thssa, I’ve been


    Lysander’s secretary for seven years. That means I held an important ce in his heart for seven


    years. And you? How long can you hold a ce in his heart? You and I are no different. We’re just his


    fleetingpanions before marriage.”


    Faye’s words echoed what Charlotte had said to her before.


    This harsh reality was like a thorn, piercing her heart and instantly sobering her heated mind.


    Her hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist. The smile on her face remained, but it was no longer


    a polite gesture. Instead it carried a hint of self-protection.


    “Faye, I hope you can take back my ce. The sooner, the better. If you manage to do that, I’d be truly


    grateful.”