Chapter 178

Sybil camed a bowl of hot soup that was still steaming.

“Thalassa, I noticed you didn’t eat much tonight, so I made you some soup…”

Before she could finish, she saw the two of them cuddling on the bed. Thalassa was leaning on Lysander with her cheek against his chest Lysander was disheveled, his bathrobe was open, and Thalassa’s hands were touching the muscles on his chest.

This intimate scene made Sybil stop mid–sentence.

Thalassa also realized that she was too close to Lysander, which could lead to misunderstandings. She felt embarrassed and quickly pulled the covers over herself She was blushing, wishing she could find a place to hide.

Sybil, having seen her share of life, was not shocked, but she was delighted, and her smile deepened, saying, “TII leave the soup here; remember to drink it when you’re free. Carry on; I won’t disturb you.”

I With that, Sybil quickly left the room, making sure to close the door tightly behind her.

Sybil had arranged for Thalassa to rest in Lysander’s room and had urged workaholic Lysander to go to bed.

She simply wanted them to be together. If no sparks flew when a young man and a woman shared a ro om, then something was definitely off, especially since Lysander was a young and energetic man.

Sybil was worried that Lysander might just find a random woman to put on a show to avoid being pushe d into marriage, so she wanted Thalassa to stay overnight, keeping them in the same room to see what happened.

To her surprise, it was real this time.

Sybil was so happy that she couldn’t stop grinning Just as she closed the door, Zephyr approached. He gave Sybil a puzzled look and was about to knock on t he door when Sybil hurriedly grabbed his hand to stop him, lowering her voice so as not to disturb the t wo inside.

“They’re enjoying some alone time. Don’t disturb them.”

Zephyr looked serious, “It’s Thalassa’s first day in our house; she should be a bit more reserved. Don’t talk nonsense.”

“You old–

fashioned grump, what era are you living in? Young people these days are passionate; they don’t care about these things.” Sybil said somewhat discontentedly.

Passionate?

Zephyr looked even more displeased. Lysander was always serious, disciplined, and very rule–

abiding. How could he lose control?

Zephyr didn’t say anything and was prepared to knock on the door again. He needed to talk to Lysande r.

Seeing his determination, Sybil quickly grabbed his arm and led him away. Not until they reached down stairs did she give him a glare and speak aloud, “Don’t you believe what I said? I just went in to bring T halassa soup and saw them cuddling each other. Lysander was even more eager than Thalassa.”

Zephyr’s stern gaze became even heavier, but he gave up on finding Lysander, “Go to bed; I’m too old t o stay up.”

After saying goodbye to Sybil, he went to his own room.

Sybil looked upstairs again; her smile was filled with a deeper and more thought–provoking meaning..

After dinner, she specifically instructed the servants to clean Lysander’s room and confirmed there wer e no contraceptives in the room.

Did Lysander not want children yet? Did he want a few more years of bachelorhood?

With that though, Sybil satisfactorily headed to the bathroom to wash up and go to bed.

Meanwhile, Zephyr had just sat on the bed and was taking off his shoes when his phone suddenly rang .

It was a call from the chairman of the Brennan group, Daniel, who was also Faye’s father.

Zephyr answered the call, greeting him warmly. “Daniel, aren’t you in bed yet?*

Daniel was about the same age as Lysander’s father, making him a junior to