The cigarette was burning, and Lysander pinched it between his fingertips. Smoke curled around him, but his handsome face was still as sharp as a knife, with a cold intimidating aura that made the air around him seem to stand still.
Thalassa was so nervous she didn't dare to breathe too loudly.
She stood there, staring at Lysander's increasingly captivating face. He was strong and tall, with a golden ratio physique and an incredibly noble demeanor.
He exuded masculine charm from head to toe.
Sure, there were plenty of rich guys out there, but Lysander was the only rich and handsome dude with a body like an international supermodel. He was a man standing at the top of the pyramid.
Countless women tried to cozy up to him, hoping to become his gal, but none of them got the chance.
And here Lysander was, offering Thalassa this opportunity, asking her to be his woman, and she was still taking her sweet time considering it.
No one would believe it.
But Thalassa was truly scared. Being Lysander's woman would definitely not be a walk in the park.
Moreover, this would increase the chances of him finding out about the kids.
Thalassa really didn't want to agree.
But if she didn't, he would make her life a living hell.
She was in a real pickle.
When she said she needed to think about it, she was actually just stalling.
Deep down, she didn't want to say yes.
She thought that if she asked for time to think, Lysander would let her be.
But she didn't expect that he would resort to such a method, making her balance a tall glass on her head, and she could only remove it when she made up her mind.
What if she never made her mind up? Or what if the glass fell and broke?
What then?
Thalassa didn't dare to ask, nor did she dare to find out the consequences of a broken glass.
She had no choice but to suck it up and stand there.
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