Chapter 367


    She walked over to him. “Mr. Sinir, I’m free to leave now, right?”


    She was ustomed to calling him Lysander, but the moment the word slipped from her lips, she


    hastily swallowed it back and changed her words.


    Initially, she had always referred to him as Mr. Sinir until he convinced her to be his woman.


    Then, he ordered her to address him as Lysander.


    So, in private, she always called him Lysander.


    Calling him by his first name somehow made the distance between them seem less vast, as if they


    were simply in love, addressing each other as lovers, devoid of hierarchy or barriers.


    But with Bruce’s arrival, everything changed.


    The name Lysander became unattainable.


    His social standing was lofty, his aura intimidating. It was not something her humble status could dare


    to cross.


    The gap between their sses widened once again.


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    The transition from addressing him as Mr. Sinir to Lysander was incredibly challenging, but reverting


    back to Mr. Sinir only took one cold and oppressive nce.


    Lysander didn’t even bat an eyelid, elegantly cutting his steak, his chilly voice ringing out, “No! Without


    my permission, you’ll stay here. You’re not going anywhere.”


    “Why?” Thssa pleaded anxiously.


    Lysander raised his deep and icy eyes, giving her a nce, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”


    Thssa was choked up, unable to utter a word.


    Last night, she only wanted to hide the pacifier sticking out from the sofa, unbeknownst to him.


    She resorted to a temporary solution, deliberately sitting on hisp and saying things she didn’t mean.


    Only God knew how nervous and ufortable she felt.


    Thssa quickly tried to appease him, saying, “Mr. Sinir, tomorrow is a workday, I need to go to


    work.”


    “I can decide your leave,” Lysander replied, calmly continuing to cut his steak.


    Thssa was speechless.


    Arguing about going to work with the boss, only to have him tell her to take a day off


    Anyone else would have been overjoyed.


    But Thssa couldn’t bring herself to feel happy.


    She was incredibly anxious, restless, and agitated.


    She missed her kids, and they missed her.


    She hadn’t seen them in over a day. If she didn’t return soon, they would surely miss their meals due to


    worrying about her.


    The thought of her precious little ones unable to eat because they missed her was like a knife twisting


    in her heart.


    She had to go back.


    Her voice held a pleading tone, “Mr. Sinir, please let me go back. If I don’t, my mom will go crazy.”


    “Just tell her the truth that you’re at your man’s house,” Lysander stated.


    Thssa ground her teeth.


    If she did that, her mom would flip!


    She could only keep those words to herself.


    She said, “If my mom found out I was living with a man I had no future with, she’d kill me.”


    Lysander’s hand, holding his knife and fork, suddenly froze. He looked up, his eyes cold as a swirling


    snowstorm, staring at her.


    Thssa shivered under his icy gaze.


    “Forget about ever marrying into the Sinir family, and don’t even dream about marrying Leopold.


    Only if you stay in your ce can you stay safe, understand?” His voice, filled with hatred, was cold as


    ice.


    It was like a heavy stone viciously striking down, crushing Thssa’s vibrant heart into a bloody mess,


    causing a dull pain.


    The reality was so brutally raw.


    Thssa had no choice but to confront this excruciating pain.


    won’t many you or Leopold. Just let me go, and I promise I’ll disappear from your lives forever,”


    Thssa’s hands, hanging at her sides, clenched into fists. Suppressing her inner pain and indignation,


    she poured her heart out to him.