Chapter 323


    Suddenly, she felt a pang ofpassion for Lysander, thinking that he’d got a pretty rough deal too.


    He’d lost his parents when he was just a kid.


    Sure, her family life wasn’t exactly a bed of roses, growing up without the love and care of a dad, but at


    least she had her mom by her side.


    Her mom might be soft-spoken and a bit of a chatterbox, but what mattered most was that she loved


    her.


    She’d known a mother’s love since she was a kid.


    But Lysander had lost his folks when he was just a tyke.


    Compared to her, he had it way worse.


    Thssa looked at Lysander with tenderness in her eyes, hesitated for a moment standing by the


    desk, and then put the car keys and the neatly packed clothes on


    1.


    She said softly, “Mr. Sinir, here are the clothes and car keys you lent me yesterday. I’m returning


    them now.”


    Lysander stopped what he was doing and looked at her with intense eyes.


    He didn’t say a word, but his silent gaze made it hard for Thssa to even breathe.


    She exined, “Mr. Sinir, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to get up early from now on. I swear I won’t be


    on my way to the office.”


    She had epted the BMW earlier because David had pushed her to take it. He had said that if she


    didn’t ept it, Mr. Sinir might think that he wasn’t doing his job properly.


    She couldn’t let David fail because of her.


    But there was no way she was going to fully ept the car.


    The vi he’d built for her family was to thank her for saving his life five years ago and to make up for


    the harm he’d done to her then.


    She’d epted the vi because she believed that she had every right to im it.


    But now, apart from her regr sry, she couldn’t ept anything else Lysander offered her.


    If she did, she’d really be his woman.


    That would be crossing a line which she wasn’t willing to do, so she couldn’t ept those.


    Lysander’s deep, ocean-like eyes were still fixed on her, inscrutable and as cold as ice.


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    Thssa felt a chill run down her spine. She straightened up, swallowed her fear, and continued to say,


    “Lysander, did your hand get hurt yesterday? Thanks for teaching Bruce a lesson for my mom.”


    The moment she mentioned Bruce’s name, Lysander’s gaze turned sharp and icy as he yelled, “Get


    out!”


    His tone was harsh and brooked no argument.


    His words cut like a knife.


    Thssa was taken aback. She nodded quickly and hurriedly turned to leave the room.


    Once she was out of the office, she took a deep breath to calm herself down.


    That was seriously scary.


    She chided herself for being foolish, feeling sorry for a man high above the rest, holding life and death


    in his hands.


    Sure, he had a rough childhood, but he lived in thep of luxury at that point, rich enough to buy even a


    country, getting whatever he wanted.


    And what was her condition? She had to worry about making ends meet every day.


    She was so weak that Lysander could crush her with only one finger.


    And yet she had the audacity to show him gratitude and concern. What a joke.


    Got kicked out in the cold, didn’t she?


    She wouldn’t repeat the same mistake next time.


    Thssa gave her own head a light smack and headed back to the secretary’s office.


    Meanwhile, in the CEO’s office.


    Lysander was clutching his pen so hard his knuckles turned white, his handsome face was a mask of


    icy fury, as cold as frost and as heavy as snow, chilling to the


    bone.


    His breathing was ragged as he stared at the car keys on the desk, and at the neatly folded clothes in


    the brown paper bag.


    His suppressed anger was like a volcano, ready to explode at any moment.


    He swept away the bag and keys off the table in one swift motion.