The man's presence was serious and sharp. Even when he's not mad, he's got this air of authority.
His tall figure strode confidently towards Thalassa.
Thalassa turned around and saw Lysander approaching.
She quickly stood up, forgetting all about her injured finger.
Lysander arrived in front of her, caught her bleeding finger, saw the blood bead getting bigger and bigger on her finger, frowned slightly, and said, "Don't pick up glass shards with your hands next time; I'll get the first-aid kit."
After saying that, he took her hand and led her to the bookshelf where the first aid kit was kept.
Thalassa quickly pulled her hand away and said, "It's okay; it's just a small injury."
After that, she put her finger in her mouth, sucked on it, took it out, and showed it to him: "See, it's all good now. We're tough as nails, not so delicate."
Her finger was no longer bleeding.
After saying that, she smiled slightly, picked up the broom, and started to sweep up the glass shards on the ground.
"Mr. Sinclair, sorry, I accidentally broke your cup. I will explain to the manager, and the compensation will be deducted from my salary," Thalassa said while sweeping.
Lysander can tell she's avoiding him.
In his deep voice, he said, "No need, it's just a cup; the Sinclair group has plenty."
Lysander walked over to her, ready to explain what happened this morning.
Thalassa looked up, a hint of self-mockery in her eyes. Unabashedly looking at Lysander, she said, "Yeah, your conglomerate lacks nothing; your family is top-tier; what could you lack? Especially for you, Lysander."
The women around him were too numerous to count.
Changing women for him was as easy as changing shirts.
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