Chapter 980


    Thssa sat vigntly beside Sophia’s bed, her hand softly stroking the little girl’s back in aforting


    rhythm. Her voice, tender and soothing, must have slipped into Sophia’s dreams. Sophia’s tiny, startled


    frame ceased its trembling, and the furrowed brow of innocence smoothed out as she fell deeper into


    slumber. Her breathing became even and sweet.


    After ensuring Sophia was sound asleep, Thssa lingered for a moment before leaving the room. She


    felt disheveled and longed for hot shower, but her clothes were all in the master bedroom on the


    second floor.”


    The living room was deserted; Lysander was likely in the master bedroom, presumably asleep.


    Thssa hesitated, reluctant to confront Lysander. However, her blouse was missing buttons,


    temporarily fastened with a paperclip. Her skirt had a torn patch, and a sticky difort clung to her


    skin.


    She needed a bathe.


    Finally, summoning her courage, Thssa tiptoed to the master bedroom. The door was ajar. With the


    faint light from the hallway spilling in, she could make out the emptiness of the room – no Lysander in


    sight, the bed unupied.


    She peeked into the bathroom. The door was open, the interior silent.


    Emboldened by his absence, Thssa flicked on the light and headed in to find fresh clothes before


    retreating to the sanctuary of the bathroom.


    As she undressed, the mirror revealed a sizable love bite on her neck, a vivid testament to Lysander’s


    passion in the Sinir Group office earlier. His intensity had left her skin tingling with a mix of pain and


    shivers. She hadn’t realized the mark would be so pronounced.


    Touching the bruise, Thssa winced at the lingering soreness. The night had been a tumultuous roller


    coaster of emotions, surviving kidnappers only to face Lysander’s unpredictable wrath.


    She thought about the office incident, her heart constricting as she gripped the edge of the sink, her


    breathing heavy.


    To Thssa, what was the difference between Lysander and those abductors? The only distinction was


    that the kidnappers’ ropes were visible, while Lysander’s bonds were invisible chains.


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    After her shower, Thssa didn’t stay in the master bedroom. Instead, she sought refuge in Elowen’s


    room, seeking thefort of her daughter’s presence. She wasn’t foolish enough to stay with


    Lysander, whose moods swung dangerously. At Royal Estates, she was constantly on edge, let alone


    in the same room with him.


    Next to Elowen’s chubby little body, breathing in her milky scent, Thssa’s guard finally dropped.


    Weariness overcame her, and she fell asleep.


    In the middle of the night, the door creaked open, revealing Lysander’s tall silhouette pausing at the


    threshold. His gaze lingered on Thssa, who curled protectively around Elowen. His expression, as


    deep as the night, remained unreadable. After a moment’s pause, he silently withdrew and closed the


    door behind him.


    In the morning, Elowen woke up at her usual time of 8 a.m. As she sat up, idly scratching her head, her


    gaze casually drifted to the side. Initially dismissing it, she looked away, only to be struck by a sudden


    realization that made her nce back. There, beside her in bed,y a person.