Chapter 1555As they gently lowered the wheelchair to the ground, Thalassa let out a sigh of relief. Assisting David with the makeshift wheelchair had proved to be
a bit of a workout,
No sooner had she exhaled a weary breath than Lysander’s deep gaze found hers, just as she looked his way.
“I’m not saying you’re heavy; it’s just been a while since I’ve done any physical work, feeling a bit out of shape,” Thalassa quickly clarified, hoping
Lysander wouldn’t think she was complaining about his weight.
Who knew his weight better than she did? For three years, she had carried him to his wheelchair, into the shower, and back to bed every single day.
She never once thought of him as a burden.
Especially today, with David’s help, she had even less reason to complain
“You’ll get your chance to exercise once my leg’s better,” Lysander quipped, diverting his gaze as he pushed his wheelchair forward.
Thalassa instantly got the hidden meaning behind his words, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and irritation
Did Lysander think he could say such provocative things just because they were on his turf? As if he and Rosalind were an item! Why was he making
these flirtatious jokes with her?
Feeling awkward, Thalassa snapped back to reality only to find David watching her with a mix of amusement and curiosity, making her feel even more
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She tried to deflect, “David, standing so firm in your role as assistant, you must know which scandals to delve into and which to avoid, right?”
“Of course, I never gossip about Mr. Sinclair’s personal affairs,” David claimed, though his grin suggested otherwise. He then hurried after Lysander.
Thalassa felt even more out of place.
She regretted coming to Royal Estates.
Lysander, with his commanding presence, was untouchable, and now on his own grounds, he seemed even more formidable.
And she felt like a rabbit in a lion’s den, completely at his mercy.
Fuming, Thalassa clenched her fist at Lysander’s retreating back and followed them inside.
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To Fitch’s surprise and delight, it wasn’t Rosalind who returned with Lysander.
“Have the kitchen prepare lunch,” Lysander ordered
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Thalassa
She wanted to call after Fitch but it was too late; she was only at Royal Estates for a work discussion, not to stay for lunch.
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She wanted to make it clear she didn’t plan to stay for lunch
Lysander cast a commanding glance towards David, “You can take off now.”
David paused, then understanding Lysander’s intent, nodded, “Thank you, Mr. Sinclair.”
With that, he left Royal Estates.
Having worked with Lysander for years, David knew his boss well. Inviting Thalassa over was definitely not just about business.
He wasn’t about to stick around and third-wheel
Sensing what was happening, Thalassa quickly followed David, “David, wait up. Let’s leave together. I’ll be quick with Mr. Sinclair’s briefing…”
If David left, how would she get back? Was she expected to walk out and hail a cab? That would be an hour’s walk to the nearest taxi stand.
“Ms. Everhart, I’m off the clock now,
and I ve got other things to attend to.
Can’ twait, sorry,” David excused
himself, practically sprinting’ away.
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