Chapter 835


    The sound of his swallowing again reached her ears, a signal she knew all too well.


    A sense of rm coursed through her as she quickly pulled herself upright in the passenger seat and


    put some distance between them.


    She nced nervously ahead, suggesting, “We should hurry home. The kids have been back from


    school and waiting at home.”


    Lysander nced at her with his cloudy gaze; instead of pressing the matter any further, he started the


    car.


    Everything went well as the vehicle returned to the smooth asphalt.


    Thssa heaved a sigh of relief. She could tell Lysander was irked, but for some reason, he had reined


    in his anger and spared her any real bacsh.


    Why?


    After a moment of puzzlement, she gritted her teeth. She had underestimated Ethan’s propensity for


    gossip; he even revealed the smallest of matters to Lysander.


    What a meddlesome boss! She’d leave his office sooner orter!


    sooner


    As the car came to a halt in the driveway of their suburban home, Thssa couldn’t wait to jump out


    and head inside.


    “Fitch, take us to Grandma’s house!” Atticus was the first to demand. His boyish charm was in full


    disy.


    Elowen folded her arms, her voice filled with a feisty nature, “Yeah, take us to Grandma’s or you’ll see


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


    me cry.”


    “We want to see Mom and Grandma both.” Dorian’s eyes sparkled with tears; his show of innocence


    was in full swing.


    “Grandma and Mom!” Sophia clenched her fists at her sides, using all her might.


    Fitch wiped the sweat off his forehead as he tried to soothe the kids, “Your dad bought you lots of toys.


    Why don’t you y with those while we wait for him toe back and take you, okay?”


    Without Lysander’s permission, Fitch would never dare to take the kids to their grandmother’s.


    “I want my paper boat that Grandma made. It got all soggy when I took it into the bath.” Elowen pouted;


    her treasured paper toy had met a watery end.


    “I want a paper fan.”


    “I want a gun.”


    “I want a paper airne!”


    Fitch was somehow at a loss. Despite Lysander buying them high-end toys, they only wanted the paper


    toys their grandmother made.


    Even the ones he folded, they refused.


    Pleasing these kids was harder than he thought.


    “Atticus, Dorian, Elowen, Sophia, don’t make things difficult for Fitch.” Thssa stepped in and said in


    a soft tone.


    She knew he was in a bind on seeing his sweat-soaked face, so she decided to step in to defuse the


    situation.


    At her words, all four kids turned simultaneously. The moment they saw Thssa, their innocent eyes


    lit up and they sprinted towards her. “Mom, you’re back!”


    “If you didn’te back soon, we were going toe find you.”


    The little ones crowded around her legs, clutching at her pants and looking up at her with adorable,


    beaming faces.


    “Mom, what happened to your lips?” Elowen suddenly posed a soul-searching question.


    Thssa hastily touched her lips. They felt swollen. She needed no mirror to know Lysander’s twenty-


    minute kiss was the culprit.


    Before she could respond, Lysander approached from behind. His powerful aura and towering figure


    cast a shadow over her.


    Thssa’s heart clenched, her prepared exnation sounding awkward and embarrassed, “It’s an


    allergy reaction. I’ll put ice on itter and it’ll be fine. As she spoke, she didn’t dare make eye contact


    with Lysander, fearful he’d expose her white lie in front of the kids.