Chapter 604

The security guard also noticed the prestigious Rolls Royce and, ignoring Thalassa, hurriedly went to open the barrier.

However, the Rolls Royce didn’t shoot straight through but gradually reduced its speed and came to a halt next to Thalassa.

The window rolled down, and Thalassa saw Lysander’s handsome and stern face.

She was taken aback for a moment.

Lysander’s deep gaze fell on her, and his low, magnetic voice said, “What are you standing there for?

Need me to carry you in?”

Snapping back to reality, Thalassa quickly moved to open the car door, got in, closed it, and the car drove off.

“You’re here for the kids, too, right?” Thalassa initiated the conversation, her clear eyes revealing her barely concealed anxiety.

Lysander glanced at her, “You’re quite well-informed.”

“I called Fitch. He told me,” Thalassa replied. “Why didn’t you answer my calls? Don’t you know I was worried?”

All he had done was call to ask if she had picked up the kids, then hung up.

That left her in a state of distress, extremely worried.

She had called him back, but he didn’t pick up, clearly wanting her to worry.

Thalassa’s words carried an air of frustration.

Lysander stared at her, his gaze softening a bit.

She was indeed a great mother. Her heart was always with the children.

His gaze suddenly lowered.

Thalassa noticed and shifted back, her senses on high alert. “What are you looking at?”

She instinctively clutched her collar.

“Why are your clothes wet?” Lysander’s low, magnetic voice asked as his eyes grew intense.

Following his gaze, Thalassa looked down to see a brown stain on her chest. Because of the coffee that had spilled on her earlier, her clothes were damp and hadn’t dried yet. They stuck to her body, barely covering her skin.

Thalassa quickly pulled her clothes away from her body so they wouldn’t cling to her skin and cause embarrassment.

She explained, “When I was leaving the office, one of my colleagues was in my way, and I spilled coffee on myself. I didn’t get a chance to clean up…”

“Colleague?” Lysander’s tone carried a hint of suspicion.

“Yes, a colleague named Anna. She’s gorgeous,” Thalassa replied without elaborating.

Lysander didn’t say anything more. His gaze fixated on the wet patch on her chest.

Thalassa felt uneasy under his stare, and Lysander’s intimidating aura made her feel uncomfortable.

She subtly shifted her body to avoid his gaze and kept her hand on her chest.

Fortunately, that awkward atmosphere didn’t last long.

They soon arrived at the Sinclair’s mansion on the hilltop.

The car stopped, and Lysander got out. Thalassa quickly followed.

They made their way to the Sinclair’s grand living room.

The living room was as luxurious as ever.

Zephyr and Sybil were sitting on the couch, with a young woman sitting opposite them, engaged in conversation.

The woman was fashionable and professional, with a delicate face and a good figure.

It was the long-unseen Faye Brennan.

As Lysander walked in, the atmosphere shifted, and the air charged with his intimidating presence.

Faye looked up and saw him, quickly standing up with a respectful and flattering expression.

But when she saw Thalassa following behind him, a flash of resentment crossed Faye’s eyes, but it was gone in an instant.