Chapter 464

“Thalassa, you could have just admitted it,” Richard said. He was going to be the looker-on as he drew an icy glare from Lysander.

He touched his nose, saying, “Uh, I’ve got to get back to the curious shop. Lysander, take it easy, will ya?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Lysander seized a fork from the dining table and hurled it at him.

Luckily, Richard had quick reflexes; otherwise, he’d been hit.

Lysander, with his drama, was like a juicy steak everyone wanted a taste of – it was so rare.

Thalassa sat there, head bowed, biting her lower lip, her hands clenched in her lap, under the piercing gaze of Lysander.

She had been so indignant earlier, explaining herself so eloquently. But now, faced with this circular pendant and the sudden windfall of $200,000, she was utterly at a loss for words.

Lysander’s oppressive gaze turned to Fitch, who stood waiting by the side, “Take it away!”

Fitch carefully picked up the circular pendant and walked towards the backyard.

The whole process was nerve-wracking for him. He had been pondering how to investigate the circular pendant theft, but everything had become clear in such a short time.

Lysander had brought a pendant thief home!

It was unbelievable.

Fitch left Lysander and Thalassa at the dining table.

Thalassa felt the air around her grow tense; that menacing air was bringing her down. The sharp, icy gaze bore into her and she shivered from head to toe.

“What’s there left to explain?” Lysander’s voice was frosty.

Thalassa became more nervous; her fists clenched tighter, her breathing irregular. She was at a loss for words.

She couldn’t explain. If she did, Lysander would find out about the kids..

If he found out she had secretly given birth to his children, the consequences would be severe.

He hated children and didn’t want her to have his babies.

His feelings towards her were only spite and resentment.

If he found out about the four little ones she bore him, he would take them away from her despite of his disdain.

Keeping her from seeing her children would be the cruelest punishment.

Their children wouldn’t be happy living with a father who didn’t care about them.

So she could not let Lysander discover the secret.

She remained silent, which was as good as admitting to everything.

Lysander gritted his teeth, his aura becoming more menacing. He grabbed her wrist.

His rough and thinly calloused hand was giving her wrist a firm grip. Thalassa’s heart was fluttering.

She looked up at him and met his eyes burning with fury. Fear prickled her skin.

Lysander dragged her upstairs, kicked the door open, pulled Thalassa in, shut the door with a kick, and tossed her onto the bed.

Thalassa gasped; caught off guard, she fell onto the soft bed. She sensed danger and quickly sat up.

Lysander’s tall shadow loomed over and devoured her.

Thalassa panicked. She tried to back away, but she was on the bed, trapped. She recoiled in fear, watching him warily as his chiseled body, exuding a strong masculine scent, approached Lysander leaned in and gripped Thalassa’s jaw; his fingers were caressing her soft skin. His handsome face was cold and dangerous as he stared at her.

“I told you, as long as you’re my woman, you can have anything you want. You could’ve just asked me for it. Why did you have to sneak around?” His low, angry voice brushed against her face.

The danger in his tone made Thalassa’s heart tremble.

Thalassa, unable to bear the pressure, tried to explain, “It’s not what you think…”

!

“Then what is it?” Lysander’s hawk-like eyes were sharp and cold, bearing down on her.

Thalassa was almost out of breath.

His overwhelming presence and strong masculine aura enveloped her.

Every pore of Thalassa’s skin was seeping with fear.