Chapter 936


    Thssa pulled back quickly as Lysander''s eyebrows knitted together in a frown. She wiped her lips


    hastily, her eyes wide with panic as they met his icy gaze. It felt as if his eyes could freeze her in ce,


    so devoid of warmth despite the fervent kiss they had just shared.


    Her heart fluttered with fear as she tried to escape his iron grip around her waist, but it was as futile as


    trying to break free from chains. His thumb brushed a speck of blood from his lip, piercing her with a


    cold stare. "All lovey-dovey at home, and now you''re shy in public?"


    "Lysander, please stop." Thssa pleaded in distress.


    "Mr. Sinir, a kiss is just a kiss. As long as you and Ms. Everhart haven''t gone public, she''s fair game


    for any man interested," Callum chimed in with a smirk.


    Lysander''s icy gaze turned to Callum, a slight, chilling smile ying at his lips. "Is that so? Thest


    man who took an interest needed his ''eyes cleaned'' after peering too closely."


    Thssa shuddered at the memory, fearing for Callum''s safety. She grabbed Lysander''s hand. "The


    kids must be worried sick at home. Let''s get back to them."


    She tugged him towards the car, signaling the urgency to leave.


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    "Eager to return, I see. Fine, let''s go," Lysander said, ncing at Thssa before dragging her away.


    Lysander''s grip on her wrist was painful, but she dared not resist. He ushered her into the car and took


    the driver''s seat. The cold aura he exuded made Thssa tense up, breathing carefully to avoid


    provoking him further.


    As they drove along the road, Lysander''s stern profile and silent demeanor filled the car with a thick


    tension.


    Thssa kept still, barely breathing, feeling as though even a deep breath would be an error.


    Lysander’s eyes were locked forward, indicating a reluctance to engage in conversation with Thssa.


    Observing his silence, Thssa refrained from uttering a word.


    The heavy, subdued atmosphere lingered, tormenting her heart.


    Outside the bar, Callum watched them leave, his smile fading into a hard glint in his eyes. As he turned


    to leave, he noticed Susan standing by the door, her face a mix of rage and determination.


    Susan quickly masked her anger with a polite smile as Callum approached. "Mr. Gordon, you haven''t


    left yet?"


    She had just seen Lysander embracing and kissing Thssa with such intensity, and it infuriated her.


    She had tried so hard to please him, only to be dismissed. She thought he was just slow to warm up


    but seeing him with Thssa proved he was just not interested in her.


    Why? What did sheck?