Thalassa was just throwing a feeler out there, figuring Lysander was probably snoozed out and wouldn't respond.
To her surprise, his deep voice echoed in the dark.
"Why are you asking?" He asked sleepily.
Getting a response, Thalassa turned to look at his figure, which was highlighted by the moonlight.
In the dark, her eyes sparkled like a lake reflecting the moon.
"Once I make some dough, I'll pay you back."
She'd been itching for a revamp of her old, damp house. It always gave Astrid aches and pains. She was afraid Astrid might get sick.
But with her limited means and four kids to feed, she just didn't have the cash to build a new house.
Yet Lysander had quietly torn down her old house and built a swanky villa she wouldn't even dare dream of!
She wasn't about to accept charity; she'd definitely pay him back.
"Do you think I need your money?" Lysander grumbled.
"No, that's not what I meant…"
"I told you five years ago that I'd make it up to you." Lysander cut her off.
Initially, he thought the woman that night was Thalassa's cousin, Celia. Celia was gone, but her mother, Astrid, was still around. The villa was for Astrid.
He built the villa as a form of compensation for that woman.
Now he knew that woman was not Celia, but Thalassa. The intent behind the villa hadn't changed.
Thalassa was flustered. She wanted to insist she wouldn't accept charity, but Lysander cut her off.
So she decided to bite her tongue.
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