Lysander didn't even spare a glance at the man next to him. His frosty gaze fixed on Thalassa, who was standing at the edge of the dance floor. With long strides, he advanced towards her.
The bar owner, ignored, felt a bit awkward but maintained his cheerful demeanor, ready to serve at Lysander's side at any moment.
David told him, "Nothing big, go get your work done."
That was his polite way of saying he was in the way.
The bar owner instantly understood, nodded, and took his leave.
Seeing Lysander approach, Alaric too stepped back, clearing the spot next to Thalassa.
Thalassa, with a slight sway to her stance and a drunken glimmer in her eyes, watched Lysander approach. Seeing his familiar face, she even let out a couple of giggles.
The icy aura of Lysander closed in. Standing in front of Thalassa, his deep eyes glowing with frostiness. "How much have you had?" he asked, his eyes fixed on her.
Thalassa raised a finger, then two, shook her head, "No, five...haha..."
She held up five fingers, laughing a little, then suddenly, her stomach churned. She felt nauseous and her body swayed.
Lysander scooped her quickly and pulled her into his cold, dark shadow.
"Do you think this method of defiance against me will work?" Lysander's voice was cold and resonant in Thalassa's ear.
His intimidating presence echoed in her ears and her heart.
Thalassa shook her head, "I don’t know..."
She hadn't intended to defy him; she was just in a bad mood and wanted to let loose.
After Thalassa spoke, she rested her head on Lysander. Her breathing became heavy as if she was falling asleep.
Lysander stared at the woman in his arms. His eyes were frosty and his aura was even more oppressive and restrained.
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