Chapter 201

For real?

He’s actually going to give her a ride home?

Was he pulling her leg?

At that moment, inside the car, Lysander’s deep voice echoed, “Thalassa, I’m giving you a chance, take back what you said this afternoon.

Those heartless statements–she must’ve blurted them out in anger.

He was giving her a chance to take them back but all Thalassa could think about right now was, her da ughter can’t see her, the window needed to close quickly!

She was in the midst of a fierce mental tug–of–war.

She totally missed what Lysander said.

Her head was practically buried in her knees, thinking they can’t take her children away! “That’s not happening!”

She muttered angrily without realizing it.

Lysander’s face turned gloomy in an instant, as cold as a winter night’s sky.

He had never seen such an ungrateful woman!

Lysander was filled with rage, driving the car at breakneck speed.

In less than two minutes, they arrived at the entrance of the old residential area. Furning, he didn’t both er to escort her inside, he stopped the car and said coldly, “Get out!”

Thalassa was surprised. Hearing the anger in his words, she shrank her neck, obediently opened the c ar door, and got out.

Then Lysander reversed the car abruptly, stepped on the gas, and sped off.

The exhaust from the car wafted into Thalassa’s face.

She fanned away the exhaust with her hand, scoffing at his exhaust fumes and saying, “What a weirdo!

”

He insisted on driving her home, but he ended up getting angry. How absurd!

She didn’t provoke him.

But it was better that he didn’t escort her inside, so she didn’t have to be on tenterhooks. What if she ra n into other problems?

Seeing Lysander leave, Thalassa let out a sigh of relief and walked towards home.

Arriving at the downstairs of her building, Thalassa noticed a silver Porsche parked there. The car look ed familiar.

She didn’t think much of it and headed straight for her building.

“Thalassa!” Behind her, a warm voice with a youthful vibe called out.

Reacting instinctively, Thalassa turned around to see the tall, chestnut–haired Leopold approaching.

Seeing his usual optimistic and handsome face, her heart ached slightly.

Her expression, however, turned cold. “How do you know where I live?”

It’s understandable that Lysander knew that, as he’s her boss, finding an employee’s address wouldn’t be difficult.

But why would Leopold know her address?

Seeing her defensive stance, Leopold’s smile faded, and he apologized, “Thalassa, don’t be like this, it

hurts me too. I came back to the country specifically to find you.”

As he spoke, he took a step toward her.

As he approached. Thalassa felt threatened, she stepped back, looking at him warily, and said, “Stay a way! Leopold, I made it clear to you five years ago: there’s no chance for us.”

Noticing her resistance and stopping him from getting closer, Leopold stopped in fear of frightening her, maintaining a step’s distance. His eyes revealing a hint of sadness, h e said, “Thalassa, I know I messed up. Every single day these past five years, I’ve been regretting. If I hadn’t gotten drunk that day, if I hadn’t only thought about sleeping with you so I could marry you, I wou ld not have fallen into Isabella’s trap.”

“Stop talking!” Thalassa interrupted him coldly.

Her breath quickened, her clear eyes fixed on him, and she said firmly, “Leopold, you have your life and I have mine; let’s not bring up the past anymore; it’s over. You don’t need my forgiveness, whether I for give you or not doesn’t matter anymore.”

“No, Thalassa, you still have me in your heart, you haven’t let go, right?” Leopold was most afraid of her uttering those decisive words. He took a step forward, ready to grab her shoulder, to l ook into her eyes, and to understand what she truly felt.

Just as he moved a step closer, Thalassa instinctively retreated, maintaining a safe distance. “No, I let go of you a long time ago.”

Chester 201 You’re bying to me Leopold stopped, his eyes filled with hurt, refusing to accept it.

Tm not lying to you.’ Thalassa said, heated up.

“Why haven’t you gotten married in these five years or even had a boyfriend?” Leopold retorted, trying t o make her admit that she still loved him “That’s because‘ Thalassa was eager to explain, but her words trailed off when she saw his hopeful an d anxious eyes.

Did he even know where she lived?

That’s not the point, though. How on earth would she let him drive her home?

If he saw those four rugrats in her house, she’s going to be in deep water!

Thalassa was squirming to free her Hand from his, flustered, and said, “No need, Mr. Sinclair, I can ma nage on my own.”

But Lysander had already opened the car door and stuffed her in authoritatively, saying, “Behave!”

His words were chilly and left no room for refusal, Having said that, he shut the car door, got back behind the wheel, and drove off.

Thalassa didn’t notice that at that moment, across the road, her coworker Daryl and the receptionist we re stepping out of the office, catching the whole scene.

Daryl tugged at the receptionist’s sleeve, looking at the departing black Rolls–

Royce in disbelief. “Did you see that? That was our CEO in the car.”

Following Daryl’s gaze, Cherry saw the license plate and nodded, “Indeed, that’s our CEO’s car.”

Daryl was getting more excited. “Our CEO just led Thalassa into his car personally. Could it be he was eyeing Thalassa yesterday?”

Yesterday morning, on Daryl’s first day at work, she saw Sinclair’s gaze wander their way when she wa s standing aside to welcome him. She thought Mr. Sinclair was checking her out.

She didn’t think of Thalassa, who was standing right next to her.

Now that she thought of it, could it be that Mr. Sinclair was looking at Thalassa?

Cherry’s mouth twitched, but she said nothing.

Seemed like the rumors about Mr. Sinclair and Thalassa were not unfounded after all.

In the car, Lysander drove while Thalassa sat in the back seat.

She was super nervous. She had already said that she didn’t need him to drive her home, but he insist ed on doing so.

What should she do? If Evelyn was playing downstairs with the kids and they ran into each other, the kids would surely sprint over, excitedly calling her mom.

Just as Thalassa was tangled up in her thoughts, she realized that the view outside the window looked familiar.

Was this almost in her neighborhood?

She never told Lysander her address, did she?

She was debating how to handle this situation and whether to give a fake address.

He’s almost at her place!

How did he know she lived here?

Oh my gosh, what should she do?

A turn at the next intersection would lead to Thalassa’s residential area.

The car was moving faster than her thoughts.

While she was at a loss, the car made a turn.

And at the turn, beyond the iron fence, was the neighborhood’s playground.

Through the car window, Thalassa saw Evelyn playing on the slide with Elowen.

Elowen was facing her direction. She looked out the window, and her eyes met Elowen’s innocent gaze .

Oh crap, Elowen saw her!

Please don’t run over shouting mom or even call her mom from afar.

Otherwise, Lysander would find out.

If the Sinclair family took the kids away, she would lose every