Chapter 1224


    Lysander''s gaze was as chilling as a winter storm, sending an involuntary shiver down Thssa''s spine


    as she inched backward, her eyes wide with fear.


    She had merely spoken the truth, unable to fathom what had suddenly ignited Lysander''s wrath.


    His eyes were as dark and unfathomable as the ocean depths, sharp as a rapier''s edge, bore into her


    without a word, yet their piercing intensity spoke volumes more than any speech could.


    An oppressive aura enveloped Thssa, her heart pounding faster with each passing second.


    Cornered against the car door, she felt trapped with no more room to retreat.


    Lysander''s arm shot forward, and Thssa''s heart skipped a beat. Instinctively bracing to evade, she


    was caught off guard as hisrge hand sped her wrist, pulling her firmly back into her seat.


    "What''s there to fear?" His voice filled the confined space of the car.


    Thssa''s shoulders tensed, her eyes darting to his hand gripping her wrist. His fingers were long and


    well-defined, his skin pale and cool to the touch—just like him, aloof and silent.


    She had intended to wriggle free, but the memory of Lysander effortlessly snapping Callum''s wrist


    halted her movements. A chill crept up her spine, spreading a wave of dread throughout her body.


    Thssa, frightened and on edge, managed a timid, "Nothing... nothing at all."


    Did he not realize what she feared?


    With just one sentence from her, the atmosphere around him had turned icy, the kind of cold that could


    freeze a person solid.


    It was intimidating and bone-chilling.


    Lysander released her wrist and averted his gaze. He resumed his rigid posture, focusing on the road


    ahead as if nothing had transpired.


    Thssa cautiously shifted, settling into her seat, wary of making any sudden movements that might


    provoke him again.


    He was an enigma, unpredictable and inscrutable.


    The mood in the car, already heavy from Lysander''s sudden ire, grew even more oppressive.


    Though Lysander had returned to his original posture, the coldness emanating from him had not


    dissipated, making the already cramped space feel even more suffocating.


    Thssa remained silent, her heart still racing.


    The tensionsted until the car pulled up to the Royal Estates.


    The driver''s voice broke the silence, "Mr. Sinir, Ms. Everhart, we''ve arrived."


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    Thssa didn''t rush to open the door, fearful of upsetting Lysander again. She cautiously nced at


    him, waiting for him to exit first.


    Lysander''s piercing look sent a jolt of panic through her, just as it had before.


    He held back whatever storm brewed within, merely ncing at Thssa before stepping out of the


    car.


    She followed suit. Lysander was striding ahead with long, confident steps and Thssa scurried


    behind.


    "Daddy, Mommy, you''re back! Look what we built—a house! Now the big bad wolf can''t get us," Elowen


    said, her round face beaming as she pointed at the block structure. Read at NovelDrama.Org


    "Yes, it''s very sturdy. Daddy, Mommy, me, and my brothers and sisters can all live in it," Elowen said


    with a nod, her voice sweet and mature.