Chapter 1105


    Thssa rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath.


    She had tried to warn him but to no avail. Wasn''t he the least bit grossed out that he was eating the


    spaghetti she had already twirled on her fork, with her saliva all over it?


    Evelyn, holding a fresh te of steaming spaghetti, was about to set it down in front of Lysander when


    she noticed that he was already digging into the one Thssa had been eating from.


    Evelyn shot Thssa a surprised look, realizing that Lysander had taken the initiative himself. She


    ced the extra te beside Lysander and turned to Thssa, "Sweetie, you sit and eat. I''m beat. Off


    to bed for me."


    With that, Evelyn spun on her heel and headed to her room.


    Evelyn might have been a straight-shooter and liked to nag Thssa and vent her frustrations, but she


    was no fool.


    She knew she''d be the third wheel if she stayed. So, she briskly retreated to her room, leaving them to


    their privacy.


    Thssa could read Evelyn''s mind like an open book. Her mother would rant about Lysander hogging


    her youth without taking responsibility, yet she also orchestrated opportunities for them to be together.


    Thssa could never quite figure out her mother''s angle.


    Thssa slid into the seat next to Lysander, exactly where Evelyn had deliberately ced the


    spaghetti, obviously to position her close to him.


    Thssa pursed her lips, picked up a fork, and elegantly started eating her spaghetti.


    "Do you need something from me?" she asked between bites.


    He had first shown up at the Crawley Group and then had followed her to Star Harbor Vi. It must be


    something significant for him to make the trip twice.


    "Eat now, talkter," Lysander''s deep voice resonated with a note ofmand.


    Thssa pressed her lips together. She mmed up.


    They ate in silence, the only sounds being Thssa''s delicate slurping of the spaghetti and the soft


    clink of cutlery. Not a peep was heard from Lysander.


    Curiosity got the better of her, and she nced at Lysander. He ate his spaghetti with such grace and


    poise, not a sound to be heard.


    How does he manage that?


    Thssa could never eat spaghetti without making some noise – something that highlighted the gap


    between them. Those small details always seemed to emphasize their differences.


    Feeling a lump in her throat, Thssa focused on finishing her meal. When she looked up again,


    Lysander was done as well.


    She stood up to clear the tes and wash them in the kitchen. Coming back, she intended to ignore


    Lysander and head straight to her room.


    But just as she passed the dining table, Lysander''s baritone voice halted her, "Sit."


    Thssa paused, took a deep breath, and fought the urge to walk away.


    Why should she listen to him?


    But his unspoken authority was not something she could easily dismiss.


    She reluctantly turned back and sat across from him, lifting her cool gaze to meet his. "What do you


    want to talk about?"


    "Are you avoiding me?" Lysander''s voice lifted slightly at the end.


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    Thssa''s hands tightened in herp. "The baby is not just yours; it''s mine too. I''m going to have this


    child!"


    "Still angry?" Lysander inquired, fully aware of why Thssa had been distant these past few days.


    She was upset because he had mistakenly thought the baby was Callum''s, due to a mix-up with birth


    control pills.


    But her evasive and deceitful behavior had naturally aroused suspicion. If she had nothing to hide, no


    betrayal, why the secrecy? Anyone would have doubts in such a situation.


    Despite being stood up, Lysander had stille to find her, knowing she was still furious.


    The mention of it set Thssa off, and she stood up abruptly, her chair scraping back loudly against


    the floor.