Chapter 433


    A nauseous wave made her want to retch.


    Thssa immediately covered her mouth, rushing to the bathroom.


    Hunched over in the restroom, she was throwing up violently.


    The steak she had just consumed was almost entirely disgorged, making her feel slightly better.


    Breathing heavily in difort, she moved to the sink to wash her face.


    Behind her, a deep, piercing stride approached, like a graceful beast closing in.


    Thssa’s back stiffened. Looking up, she saw in the mirror a handsome, stern face. The man was


    d in a ck suit, exuding an aura of aloof grandeur.


    It was Lysander!


    Thssa''s heart throbbed as she turned around, nervously saying, "That was thedies'' room. How


    did you get in, um."


    Before she could finish her sentence, she was abruptly scooped up from the waist, her soft body


    colliding with Lysander''s sturdy chest.


    Thssa was flustered, "Mr. Sinir, we are in public. It wouldn''t be good if someone saw us."


    Lysander''s hand gripped her face, squishing her cogen-filled cheeks into distortion, forcing her to


    look at him.


    His gaze was icy and sharp, his voice cold, "Two meals and you''re throwing up, huh?"


    Thssa''s heart skipped a beat, realizing the implication of his words.


    Hadn''t he just believed that she hadn''t dined with Leopold?


    Howe he was confronting her all of a sudden?


    Thssa held onto a glimmer of hope, "I didn’t. My stomach is just upset."


    "Do you want me to check the surveince footage, huh?” Lysander''s voice turned even colder.


    Thssa was terrified.


    Just because Charlotte hadn''t thought of checking the surveince didn’t mean Lysander wouldn''t.


    She had underestimated Lysander''s astuteness.


    Her tricks were no more than a clown''s antics before him.


    Confessing was safer than letting him find the truth through surveince.


    Thssa''s eyes widened in fear. She admitted, "I made a mistake. I know I shouldn''t have met


    Leopold, but he invited me, and I didn''t eat a bite, really! And I met him just to find out some things


    about you."


    Lysander''s eyes narrowed, a dangerous aura radiating from him.


    Thssa hurriedly exined, "I wanted to know how many women you''ve been with, what type you


    prefer, the past of your mother and Bruce. Once I understand all of this, I can figure out how to find


    someone to rece me, subtly dissolve your hatred, and let me go."


    Her words were half-true.


    She did want to understand Lysander, to escape unscathed. She needed to let Lysander find a woman


    he loved, and he would let her go if he fell in love.


    As for her meeting with Leopold and the bracelet he gave her, he couldn''t know about that.


    She had heard rumors about Lysander before.


    The first time she saw him was at Sapphire Skyline.


    ric Falconer and his friends imed that Lysander was still mourning his dead first love and had no


    interest in women.


    But what about Fayeter?


    Hadn''t she been Lysander’s secretary for many years? And then, Faye fell in love with him and wanted


    to be his wife.


    But once Lysander grew tired of her, he found an excuse to break up with her, even using Thssa,


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    who was just a cleaner, as a shield to sever ties with Faye.


    So, the im of ric’s gang that Lysander was uninterested in women was unfounded.


    Lysander''s eyes turned icy, locking onto her with a cold, angry re, his grip on her tightening as if he


    was about to crush her jaw.


    The pain made her wince.


    Lysander gritted his teeth, his voice sharp, "You wanting to escape from me, it''s never happening in this


    lifetime!"