Chapter 596

His kiss was no longer the domineering, wild passion of the night before. It was gentle, soothing, like a balm.

Thalassa felt her body went soft.

Lysander’s large hand cradled the back of her head, holding her pliant body steady.

Kissing her sweet, yielding lips set his blood ablaze.

His hand started to move lower.

Suddenly, the piercing ring of a cell phone broke the silence.

It was Thalassa’s phone, vibrating in her pocket.

The cell phone’s ring seemed deafening in the intimate, hushed space.

Startled, Thalassa opened her eyes wide. In front of her was Lysander’s magnified handsome face. His skin was taut, and each pore was visible. His deep breaths fanned her face, moist kisses peppering her skin, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

At that moment, Thalassa was acutely aware of every detail of Lysander’s kiss.

The charged atmosphere spread throughout the car.

The incessant ringing of the phone tore at Thalassa’s nerves.

Her heart pounded like a jackhammer, her breath hitching.

Thalassa’s hands trembled as she tried to push him away.

Sensing her feeble resistance, Lysander nipped at her lips in punishment.

The bite was just painful enough to serve as a lesson but not enough to draw blood.

“Ah…” Thalassa’s head spun, the pain making her frown, her discomfort growing.

Just when she thought she couldn’t escape him, Lysander released her. His eyes were glistening as he watched her. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his voice husky, “Answer it.”

Thalassa’s eyes were misty, her breath shallow. She propped herself up on the car door, half-lying on the car seat in a vulnerable position.

Without time to collect herself, she quickly sat up straight, trying to regulate her breathing. She pulled out the phone from her pocket and saw the call was from an unknown number.

Under normal circumstances, Thalassa wouldn’t have answered calls from unfamiliar numbers.

There were too many spam calls, and she didn’t have the time to deal with them.

But at that time, it was different. Lysander’s penetrating gaze was fixated on her.

If she didn’t answer, it would have only made her look guilty.

Thalassa swallowed hard, suppressing her ragged breath, and slid to answer the call, “Hello…”

Thalassa, you didn’t forget you have work today, did you? I don’t run things like Lysander. Don’t let people think you got the job because of any connections,” came the teasing voice of Ethan from the other end of the line.

Thalassa paused, only then remembering she had been hired the day before to work for Ethan, Lysander’s good friend.

She had even signed the contract.

That day was her first day.

Thalassa quickly glanced at Lysander, hurriedly replying, “I’ll be right there.”

After hanging up, Thalassa looked at Lysander, “It was work. I have to go now.”

Finally, she had a legitimate reason to leave.

As she was about to open the car door and step out, the door locked.

Surprised, Thalassa turned to stare at Lysander, “I really have to go to work!”

“Sit tight,” Lysander’s deep voice brooked no argument.

The next thing she knew, he was out of the car, sliding into the driver’s seat, and the car started moving.

Thalassa blinked in surprise. Surely Lysander wasn’t actually driving her to work?

It wasn’t until the car pulled up in front of Crawley Electronics that Thalassa dared to believe he was really taking her to work.