Chapter 816


    Thssa’s eyes narrowed, instinctively ncing toward the room, worried that her children or Evelyn


    might suddenly appear and see her and Lysander in their current intimate posture.


    She would be mortified.


    She forcefully tugged at her hand, ring at Lysander. “Let go of me, not here at my mom’s, okay?”


    Her voice seemed irritated but carried a plea and a profound helplessness.


    If Lysander intentionally did such things to her, knowing her mother and children were in the room, it


    would be aplete disregard for her feelings, an endless humiliation.


    She would hate him more, wanting to escape from him.


    Lysander looked at Thssa’s anxious demeanor with deep eyes. He did not loosen his grip on her


    hand. Instead, he pulled her closer, capturing her wildly darting eyes. His low, sultry breath fanned her


    face as he said, “So, are you saying it’s fine anywhere else?”


    “I did not mean that…” Thssa denied instinctively.


    Before she could finish her sentence, she met Lysander’s deep, abyss-like eyes. The intense stare


    made Thssa’s heart pound and her skin tingle, sensing a looming danger in the air.


    The overwhelming pressure made her afraid to speak her mind.


    This intense pressure made her not dare to say what was in her heart.


    She ceased speaking, her eyshes trembling in fear. She lowered her gaze weakly and said, “At least


    not here. Please leave me some basic dignity, okay?”


    She tucked away her sharp edges and thorns, trying to be gentle and cooperative in front of him, all not


    to provoke him or give him an excuse to deprive her of seeing her children.


    Something in Lysander stirred. Her plea for some basic dignity touched a nerve in him, causing ripples


    of unusual emotions.


    He released her hand after staring at her for several seconds. “I don’t drink coffee. Don’t bother. Sit


    with me.”


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    With that, he returned to his seat on the couch.


    Thssa gently massaged her aching wrist, took a deep breath, and sat beside him.


    “Let’s go back to the Royal Estates tonight,” Lysander said casually. Although he did not move, his


    naturally dignified aura and intimidating presence still inspired fear in her.


    “Weren’t we going to go the day after tomorrow?” Thssa blurted out.


    She was supposed to stay at Vibrant Oasis Residences for two days, and then he was supposed to


    pick her up the day after tomorrow. Those were his words.


    Why was he changing his mind now?


    Lysander nced at her. “The kids were throwing a tantrum, wanting to see you. They can’t sleep


    without you.”


    He meant that it was not him who wanted her back at the Royal Estates but the children who couldn’t


    be without her. They were restless if they could not see her.


    Thssa was taken aback, surprised that Lysander would even mention that the children were


    throwing a tantrum to see her.


    What was more surprising was that when the children wanted to see her, Lysander actually brought


    them over instead of forcing them to sleep without her.


    Lysander’s treatment of the children was not as overbearing and authoritarian as his treatment of her,


    which surprised Thssa.


    “Let them y with my mom a bit longer before we go. They haven’t seen each other in days. My mom


    misses them, and they miss their grandmother,” Thssa suggested.


    Her not refusing to go back to the Royal Estates meant she agreed.


    Lysander retracted his gaze, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He was about to light one


    up when he nced at Thssa from the corner of his eye. Then, he put the cigarette back into the


    pack and ced it back in his pocket.


    Thssa was puzzled,


    He was about to smoke, so why did he suddenly stop?


    And so, they both sat there in silence.