Thalassa shut her eyes tight, so nervous her toes were practically curling. But the anticipated kiss never came.
"Heh… Lysander chuckled lightly, his warm, husky breath brushing against her lips, carrying an overpowering presence and a faint masculine scent.
Thalassa's heart pounded Suddenly, her eyes flew open to see the man's handsome face magnified before her, so close that she could see the pores on his skin. His skin was good, firm and elastic, devoid of any blemishes. Though it was smooth, it wasn't the delicate kind like a woman's but carried a uniquely masculine charm
His attractive thin lips curled slightly, even his deep-set eyes were smiling. He was so good-looking it took Thalassa's breath away.
He was already handsome when he wasn't smiling, but with a smile, he
Thalassa was dumbstruck, blinking in surprise.
What was he laughing at?
Why was he laughing?
She was a little dazed and at a loss.
She wished she could find somewhere to hide, but there was nowhere to go.
absolutely captivating
Thalassa stiffened against the wall, not daring to move an inch. She finally found her voice, but it came out weak and feeble, "Mr. Sinclair, this is a restroom, you can't…"
She realized she sounded like she was playing hard to get
She really wanted to slap herself.
Why was she so spineless? She was so scared in front of Mr. Sinclair that she could barely muster the strength to speak
At the sound of her voice, Lysander's smirk grew wider. He let go of her chin, straightened up, and contemptuously said, "Your charms are not enough to tempt me."
With that, he gave her a deep look and then walked out of the restroom.
So that was her game. Voicing her refusal while her actions were enticing men.
She was crafty, catching people off guard
Otherwise, how could she have ensnared John to the point of obsession and even fabricated evidence to prove that she was the one rejecting him and he was the one relentlessly pursuing her?
Her game was tight, catching even David off guard, getting him to vouch for her innocence.
In reality, John was just bewitched by her She was saying no with her words, but her body language and tore were enticing him.
In the end, John was so smitten he couldn't extricate himself.
She had tried the same tricks on him. There were times he had trouble controlling himself, let alone other men.
Just now, Lysander had deliberately moved close to her, pretending to kiss her.
She had really shut her eyes, waiting for his kiss.
Therefore, Lysander saw through her ruse.
He did that partly to test her, partly to test himself.
He had lost control once, and he couldn't afford to lose control over this woman again.
This time, he had kept himself in check.
He was feeling good about it.
But it wasn't enough yet, when he got close to her just now, he still felt nervous, still had a reaction to her,
That wasnt a good sign.
He needed to keep testing himself.
Only after countless challenges and trials would he be fearless.
Thalassa watched his retreating figure disappear, feeling a mix of surprise and anger. She blinked.
What did he lost say?
Was he saying she wasn't beautiful enough?
Was he implying she wasnt attractive?
Her beauty was usually praised by everyone. No one had ever said she wasn't pretty.
If she wasn't good-looking, then how could she have given birth to four beautiful children?
Thalassa had long held the belief that her offspring's striking good looks were a testament to her impeccable genetics, attributing their charm and allure to her own lineage. However, recent events had shattered this perception, revealing that their father played no significant role in their aesthetic inheritance. This revelation left her feeling disillusioned and irked by the misplaced credit she had given herself for their beauty.
As if this realization wasn't jarring enough, she now found herself confronted by a man who dared to question her own attractiveness, igniting a fiery indignation within her. The audacity of his skepticism only served to exacerbate her irritation, causing her to emit an exasperated "huff" as a physical manifestation of her frustration. Thalassa's annoyance simmered beneath the surface, fueled by a mixture of wounded pride and righteous anger.