Chapter 1104


    It was Lysander!


    When Thssa caught sight of the figure standing at her door, her heart, which had been pounding in


    her chest, eased for a mere moment before tensing up again.


    His gaze flickered to the peephole as if he could lock eyes with her through the tiny lens. His deep,


    fathomless eyes seemed like pools capable of drawing in one''s very soul.


    The sight sent Thssa''s heart plummeting, panic setting in.


    Quickly stepping down from her tiptoes, she averted her gaze from the peephole, her hand instinctively


    smoothing over the frantic beating of her heart.


    Separated by merely a door, Thssa''s pulse raced like a drum at the proximity of Lysander.


    If she had refused to open the door, it might have further provoked him. He was still polite enough to


    ring the doorbell, but if she hadn’t caught the hint and let him in, it would only take him a second to tear


    the door down.


    Just a door, after all, couldn''t possibly have stood in Lysander''s way.


    Surrendering to the inevitable, Thssa opened the door, revealing the tall,manding figure before


    her. His towering presence immediately filled the space, casting his shadow over Thssa''s petite


    form.


    Her already anxious heart contracted, and she forced a weing smile, unaware of how awkward


    and fearful it appeared.


    "Oh, it''s you, Lysander. What brings you here?"


    His piercing gaze swept over her feigned smile, and he stepped inside.


    Thssa instinctively moved aside, making room for him to pass. As Lysander crossed the threshold,


    the breeze that followed him brushed against Thssa''s face, the sheer force of his presence causing


    her breath to hitch.


    The air felt invaded as he entered, the atmosphere growing tense.


    Evelyn, who had been terrified it might be Bruce at the door, sprang up from her seat upon seeing


    Lysander, masking her fear with a forced warmth. "Lysander, what a surprise.”


    Her eyes darted to the dining table, spotting the half-finished bowl of spaghetti Thssa had left


    untouched.


    Trying to be hospitable, she offered, "Have you had dinner yet? Thssa hasn''t finished hers, and


    there''s more in the pot. Would you like me to fix you a bowl?"


    Before Evelyn could get an answer, Thssa interjected, "Oh, it''ste; Mr. Sinir must have already


    dined. Besides, a simple bowl of spaghetti hardly suits Mr. Sinir''s refined pte, right, Mr. Sinir?"


    Thssa stepped forward, positioning herself in front of Evelyn as if to shield her from any fallout of


    Lysander''s potential wrath.


    Her words, though gentle and seemingly supportive of Lysander, carried subtle tones of mockery upon


    closer inspection.


    Lysander’s deep gaze turned towards her, and she sported a smile on her lips. Her clear, cold eyes met


    his with an air of detachment.


    Recalling the aversion he had once expressed for humble meals during a visit to her family in


    Hollowbrook, Thssa was now using his own words to taunt him.


    She really knew how to hold a grudge, remembering it even after a considerable amount of time had


    passed.


    Thssa held her head high, unflinchingly meeting Lysander''s gaze, and made no move to retract her


    words.


    Lysander, recognizing her defiance, was the first to look away, addressing Evelyn, "Actually, I haven''t


    eaten."


    Caught off guard, Evelyn quickly recovered, "Right away, then. I''ll just go warm it up for you."


    She hurried to the kitchen, leaving Thssa with a furrowed brow, blinking in disbelief. Hadn''t she


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    made it clear enough that Lysander wasn''t wee to dine here?


    As Thssa pondered his audacity, she noticed Lysander settling into the very chair she had upied


    before, picking up a fork and helping himself to the spaghetti on the table.


    She gasped, "That''s my dish."


    Lysander simply nced at her, silent, and continued to eat.