Hertha's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly averted her gaze, unable to hold Lysander's piercing stare any longer.
The man was downright horrifying. Even a single second of eye contact was enough to send shivers down her spine and nearly induce a panic attack.
She hurriedly started her car, a sleek and inconspicuous sedan, and took off down the street. She had considered going back to help Thalassa, but it seemed now that her presence would only complicate matters.
Lysander, although cold and detached towards Thalassa, had never truly harmed her.
At most, he had left Thalassa bedridden after bedroom activities, something that, in the grand scheme of things, was a private matter between the two of them.
Lysander wouldn't really hurt Thalassa.
If Hertha insisted on staying, she might only distract her friend, making it harder for Thalassa to stand up to Lysander. So, it was best for her to leave.
Hertha drove away, leaving the drama in her rear-view mirror.
Thalassa returned inside the cozy home, helping her aunt shuck corn in the kitchen.
Suddenly, the sound of a car engine caught her attention, and her ears perked up. She listened closely—yes, someone was driving in!
Could it be Hertha coming back?
Thalassa hurried outside, hoping to continue their unfinished conversations, to share a bed with Hertha like old times, hiding under the blankets and whispering secrets.
But as soon as she stepped out and saw the black Rolls-Royce in the courtyard, her smile froze.
She turned on her heel to head back inside.
"Thalassa!" The deep, magnetic voice called from behind her, filled with an inherent authority.
Thalassa stopped in her tracks, her breathing erratic. Her once calm demeanor was now a whirlpool of agitation.
Her heart sank, ached, and felt as if it was stung by a bee—sharp and raw pain.
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