Chapter 918


    After the storm had passed, Thssay sprawled on the couch,pletely drained.


    Lysander, meanwhile, had slipped back into his clothes with a grace and precision that belied the fervor


    of moments ago. Hisposure was fully intact, as if the intensity they had shared had left no imprint


    on him whatsoever.


    His movements were measured and deliberate as he buttoned his shirt with one hand, exuding the


    calm dominance of a lion in its prime. He approached the couch and leaned over, pinching Thssa’s


    chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look directly at him.


    His gaze mirrored the depth of the night sky, profound and chilling, without a trace of hoarseness from


    the recent excitement.


    “I want you to be filled with my presence-in your body, on your lips, in your heart. As long as you


    indulge in foolish dreams, you will know no peace. Understand?” His cold breath washed over her face,


    icy as a winter gale.


    Thssa’s pupils dted in shock,pelled to meet his gaze, her eyes swirling with terror, panic, and


    fear.


    “Lysander, what do you want from me?” she gasped, her voice hoarse and faint. Her throat was raw,


    her words barely more than a rasp.


    What Lysander had done to her was nothing short of a nightmare.


    “What do I want? You’ll understand in the end!” Lysander gritted his teeth, his cold words dropping as


    he let go of her chin. He grabbed a throw from the couch and draped it over her, perfectly covering her


    body.


    Lysander stood up, his long legs carrying him out of the office with amanding stride.


    Thssa felt like a leaf in the wind, limp and powerless on the couch. Lysander’s tall, imposing figure


    exited the office, and as the door clicked shut behind him, her body slumped, and tears cascaded down


    her cheeks. She bit her lip, determined not to make a sound as she wept.


    The physical pain, the rawness of her throat, the psychological terror-all of it was overwhelming.


    Lysander was a demon from the deepest pits, utterly terrifying, and her whole body trembled at the


    thought of him.


    Several dayster.


    After work, Thssa stepped out of Crawley Group headquarters, ready to cross the street to the bus


    stop.


    Someone blocked her view, and as she looked up, she saw a face that filled her with revulsion.


    Thssa tensed up instantly, her guard up, trying to sidestep the figure blocking her path.


    Bruce retreated a few steps, only to obstruct her again, his smile dripping with insincerity. “Thssa,


    it’s been so long. I’ve missed you, my daughter. Why do you react to me as if I were a ghost?”


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    Suppressing her rising fury, Thssa red at him with icy detachment. “Bruce, I don’t want to see


    you. Just vanish from my sight!”


    “Don’t be like that,” he taunted. “Your mother and I, we’ve been very close recently. In fact, we’ve been


    enjoying each other’spany immensely.”


    At his words, Thssa shook with rage, unable to contain herself any longer. “Shut up! I’ll call the


    police on you right now!” She quivered with anger, fumbling for her phone, but Bruce snatched it away


    in one swift move.


    Thssa, furious, reached for it, but Bruce held it high out of her reach, his face turning dark. “I have a


    video, you know. if you call the cops, it’ll get leaked. Everyone could see how much your mother


    enjoyed our time together. Imagine the gossip, the pointing fingers. Think she could handle that?”