Just at the nick of time, Thalassa took the lead, cupping Lysander's face with both hands, squashing her cheek against his, and blocking his vision with the side of her hand.
Then, the second, third, fourth kid all bolted out of the office!
They hustled past Thalassa and Lysander in the corridor. Lysander couldn't see anything because of their intense embrace and Thalassa's deliberate blocking The kids had no clue their mom was right in front of them. They dashed into the elevator, slammed the door shut, and were gone.
Faye came storming out. Seeing the smooching couple, she felt like she was hit by a bolt of lightning. Pain, shock, unbearable. The man kissing the woman was Lysander, the one she loved for ten years! She stood there, frozen, her eyes filled with anger and envy.
Thalassa was panicking, her heart was racing. His passionate and intense breath sprayed between her nostrils, full of possessiveness. His lips were hot, pulsating with her heartbeat.
Thalassa was so scared she forgot to react. A few seconds later, her brain was kissed into a daze, feeling dizzy and weak. If it wasn't for his arm supporting her, she would have slid off him.
In her daze, his other hand found its way into her clothes, stirring a current on her smooth back.
Thalassa snapped back to reality, realizing what they were doing. She pushed him away in a panic, stammering, "Lysander, what the hell are you doing?"
Her clear eyes were watery and her reddened lips were moistened with saliva, looking like a ripe rose waiting to be plucked.
Lysander looked deep into her eyes, his voice hoarse, "Isn't this what you want? Stop pretending. You were enjoying it, even held my face to deepen the
kiss
Thalassa took a sharp breath, realizing her lapse. She quickly jumped off him. She had jumped on him out of fright when she heard thunder, clinging to his neck. Ever since that stormy night five years ago, when a man took her virginity in an abandoned house, she had been terrified of thunderstorms. Any thunderclap felt like it was echoing in her heart, making her scared and stiff, wanting to hide somewhere warm.
She used to hide under her blankets at home. She tried to overcome this fear, but that didn't work. Today was an exception since she instinctively jumped
on the man
Feeling awkward and a little guilty, Thalassa scratched her head, forcing a smile, "Mr. Sinclair, I'm sorry. I'm scared of thunder, and I didn't mean to offend
you
Thalassa, petite and short, was standing before him. He looked down at her, her long lashes trembling due to nerves, looking helpless and pitiful.
Lysander wiped the corner of his mouth, his deep voice hiding his anger, asking, "Where are you from?"
The touch of her skin, the sweetness of her lips, all reminded him of a woman from five years ago. He couldn't help suspecting her identity. If she were that woman and was messing with John, he wouldn't let her off!
He even kissed her just now.
Although all evidence indicated that the woman at that night had died in that dilapidated house, she felt too familiar to him.
"Mr. Sinclair!" Faye hurriedly approached, her eyes full of disgust, she gave Thalassa a warning glance.
Then, as a subordinate, she reported to Lysander, "I've checked with HR. Evelyn is from Pinecrest, Rivertown, Eldoria."
Faye stepped in for Thalassa to introduce her hometown.
After finding out Thalassa was working at the Sinclair group under the name Evelyn, Faye dug up all her dirt, even memorizing her ID card info.
She couldn't let Lysander find out Thalassa was actually from Hollowbrook. Otherwise, all secrets would be blown wide open. If the lie was exposed. she'd never get another chance to get close to Lysander.
Thalassa chuckled awkwardly, admitting, Faye's got it right."
Thalassa's mom, Evelyn, was indeed from Eldoria, while Thalassa lived in Hollowbrook because her aunt Astrid Pendleton married Ryan Everhart. As a kid, her mom brought her to live with Astrid. She'd been daddy–less since birth, and when she asked her mom about her father, her mom snapped, "You're my kid, and you have no father!"
Knowing that asking about her father would make her mom mad, Thalassa stopped asking.
And Isabella's dad? Turns out he was Ryan's brother.
Lysander's gaze turned cold. From Eldoria? Not Hollowbrook. Seems like he got it wrong again.
Disappointment welled up in Lysander, his anticipation fading. Looking at Thalassa, his gaze hardened, his tone icy, "What are you doing blocking my office door? Looking for trouble?"
He'd let himself be tempted by her, even kissed this sly fox woman. Lysander was filled with regret and anger at her actions.
Suddenly. Thalassa remembered her kid, Dorian, had earlier messed up his office. She went pale, nervously stuttering, "I, I was looking for assistant David, I need something"
Looking for David? Hearing this, Lysander got even angrier. She was not only trying to seduce him but also get close to his assistant David!
Lysander scoffed, his eyes flaring with anger. He shot Thalassa a look before heading to his office. Thalassa and Faye hurriedly followed, trying to stop Lysander, but he was faster and pushed open the office door.
Thalassa's heart pounded in fear of Dorian being discovered. Faye held her breath, worried that Lysander would blow a gasket when he saw the state of his office
As the door opened, the chaotic state of the office revealed itself. Thalassa quickly scanned the room, not seeing any sign of the kid. She then remembered hearing the sound of a child passing by when Lysander was kissing her. Dorian must have left then, and she hadn't noticed.
The room was a total mess. Seeing Lysander's stern expression, Faye guiltily lowered her head.
Lysander was a neat freak, the disorder in his office was a slap in the face. His temples throbbed with anger, Walking in, his gaze fell on his beloved goose down sofa, now marked with kid's dirty shoe– prints. Dark mud on pristine white fabric, it was a sight to behold.
Lysander's face turned red, veins popping out on his forehead.
Walking over to his desk, he found it covered in ink, white documents soaked black, the words drowned out by the ink, rendering them unrecognizable.
A trophy from his bookshelf lay broken on the floor, shattered into two.
His anger sparked, burning like a volcanic eruption. Lysander gritted his teeth, angrily demanding, "Faye! Who did this?"