Chapter 910


    As Lysander’s gaze drifted towards the throw pillow, Thssa’s heart skipped a beat. With a swift


    movement, she reached out, cupped his face in her hands, and forcefully turned his attention back to


    her, feigning a frantic, though strained, smile.


    “This house was initially under my name; it belongs to me. Doesn’t it make sense for me to live in my


    own house? If I don’t live here, should I bring my mom to live in Royal Estates? She’s not your mother-


    inw. Would you even agree to that?”


    To divert Lysander’s attention, Thssa put on a flirtatious smirk and yfully teased him, sessfully


    shifting the me onto him.


    If he started digging into the house issue, he might let his possessiveness kick in, barring her and her


    mother, Evelyn, from staying. Especially after the harrowing ordeal Evelyn had just suffered, if she


    found out they were being kicked out again, the emotional toll would be immense.


    Thssa couldn’t bear the thought of causing her mother more distress.


    As Thssa’s hands cradled Lysander’s face, her cool fingertips brushed against his warm cheeks, her


    anxious eyes pretending to flirt as they locked with Lysander’s ocean-deep gaze.


    Outwardly, she appeared casual and affectionate, but inside, her heart pounded like a drum,


    “thumping” erratically.


    Her chilly touch seemed to pour a bucket of co/.


    roverander’s fiery temper, quenching the anger in his heart.


    He stared back at her with deep-set eyes, a shadow of a smile ying on his lips, “You want the


    house? I’ve told you before, you’re my woman. Besides the title of Mrs. Sinir, just ask, and I can give


    you anything you want.”


    With a swift move, Lysander wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her close,


    narrowing the gap between them.


    Caught by surprise, Thssa stumbled backward, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest as


    she craned her neck to look up at him.


    His face was so close she could make out each pore, the stic allure of his skin radiating a bold


    masculine charm. Those deep eyes exerted an innate authority that sent shivers down her spine.


    Her heart fluttered wildly, like a doe in the headlights.


    Lysander always managed to throw her off bnce with his domineering gestures.


    Thssaughed, “Even Charlotte Ravensong couldn’t dream of iming the Mrs. Sinir title. How


    could I be so presumptuous? If you really mind the house Leopold left me, fine, you can take the


    house. Just find me a new ce.”


    In the past, she wanted to buy a house through her own effort, providing Evelyn a permanent residence


    in Starhaven for a sense of belonging. This was intended to provide stability instead of the continuous


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    uncertainty and anxiety that came with renting in unsafe neighborhoods.


    She thought her mother could wait a few more years for her to save up for a house. But with the


    sudden turn of events, she couldn’t let her mother live in rented amodations any longer. She


    feared the anxiety and the psychological scars Bruce had inflicted might drive her mother to despair.


    She needed to lead her mother out of the darkness, and the first step was to provide a stable home.


    Lysander himself had said it aside from the title of Mrs. Sinir, he would give her anything she


    desired.


    Lysander gazed deeply at her in silence. His eyes, as profound as the depths of the sea, were


    unfathomable, making it impossible to guess or see through them.


    The longer she looked, the more a wave of panic rose within her.


    Thssa met his eyes for a few seconds, her anxiety mounting, “Forget it, let’s just pretend I didn’t…”


    Just as Thssa was about to give up, his voice broke through.


    “Pick any vi in the Royal Estates, and it’s yours. Once you’ve chosen, I’ll transfer the deed to your


    name. You and your mother can live there,” Lysander interrupted, his voice a low rumble.


    Thssa’s eyes widened, holding his gaze for a moment longer, sensing his earnestness. She


    suddenly retreated, “Let’s not bother with a vi in Royal Estates: They’re way too upscale, not even a


    billion could buy one there. It doesn’t match the value of this ce.”


    Evelyn was emotionally unstable, and Thssa didn’t want to live in Royal Estates, no matter how


    luxurious. Even if they weren’t under the same roof as Lysander, the proximity was too close, which


    was a constant source of dread. Living there, always fearing Lysander might pop by, would be no


    different from the anxiety of renting.