Chapter 415


    Thssa paused, tension coursing through her frame as she maneuvered around the sofa, heading


    towards the secluded corner of the room.


    As she passed by Lysander, her wrist was abruptly seized.


    His palm, calloused from years ofbor, was strong and warm.


    As he held onto Thssa, her heart gave an involuntary flutter, and she nced back at him.


    His eyes met hers briefly before he pulled her to sit next to him, his arm casually draped around her


    waist.


    The gesture was undeniably intimate.


    Thssa’s heart hammered in her chest as she attempted to pull away, but Lysander’s grip was


    unyielding.


    Seemingly sensing her reluctance, Lysander tightened his hold on her slender waist, ensuring she


    remained seated beside him.


    “Grandpa, do you need anything?” Lysander pre-empted, addressing Zephyr.


    Zephyr nced at them, taking in the sight of Lysander’s arm around Thssa’s waist. It was a familiar


    gesture, one that hinted at the intimacy and affection between lovers, and the dominance a man felt


    over his woman.


    He knew Lysander was unting this deliberately.


    “Regarding Charlotte.”


    “I don’t want to discuss the arranged marriage” Lysander cut him off.


    Zephyr’s cloudy eyes lingered on Lysander for a moment, before sliding over his hand on Thssa’s


    waist, “Fitch said you didn’t return to the vist night.” “Grandpa, you seem to have a lot of free time


    pouring Zephyr a ss of lemon water.


    Each sentence was a deflection, each word a rejection.


    He wouldn’t agree to the arranged marriage, nor would he marry Charlotte:


    His absence from the vist night was none of his grandfather’s business.


    He was thirty, a grown man who could take responsibility for his actions.


    He appreciated his grandparents’ concern, but he was no longer a child.


    Zephyr exhaled deeply, understanding Lysander’s message.


    Lysander was grown, had his own opinions, and was no longer willing to be controlled.


    Despite this, Zephyr felt a pang of difort.


    He downed his water in one gulp, shooting Thssa a sharp nce before leaving the room.


    Thssa felt as if she’d been stabbed in the heart, the pain sharp and cold.


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    Once the initial pain subsided, her heart felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, ufortably congested.


    Zephyr’s disdain for her was evident and unapologetic.


    Thssa removed Lysander’s hand from hers, stood up, and put some distance between them.


    In a professional tone, she stated, “Mr. Sinir, the gourmetpetition was a sess. Both the


    judges and the audience were fair to all participants. The TV station reported that thepetition’s


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    Detecting her distant and indifferent attitude, Lysander lifted his deep eyes towards her, “Are you


    happy?”


    Thssa was taken aback, not understanding the purpose of his question.


    What did the sess of the gourmetpetition have to do with her happiness?


    Lysander’s gaze was sharp and deep.


    It made Thssa feel uneasy, causing her to feel a sense of foreboding.


    Could he have noticed something?


    Thssa was uncertain, nervously replying, “Of course I’m happy for thepany. It’s another


    sessful investment


    Lysander’s lips twitched into a cold, mocking smile, “Your best friend’s daughter won thepetition


    and the prize money. Brucepleted another project and got promoted. With two victories in one go,


    of course you’re happy.”