His voice took on an even huskier tone.
With one large hand cradling the back of her head and the other gripping her waist, he prevented her from struggling.
His eyes were filled with a blurry glow, and his voice was gravelly as he stared into her bright eyes. "Aren't you waitressing here to make some dough?"
Thalassa bit her tongue.
She couldn't refute his words.
Wasn't everyone working to make money?
In the next instant, she froze on the spot, paralyzed with fear.
His hands roamed restlessly over her body.
Thalassa was terrified to the point of her scalp tingling.
She bent down, her face turning beet red as she glared at him. "Lysander! You're trying to hit on me!"
"Isn't that what you're into? Playing hard to get?" Lysander was out for punishment.
She was always playing the seductress.
Were men really that easy to tempt?
Thalassa was livid. Seizing the moment when his grip weakened, she quickly toppled sideways onto the couch and gave him a swift kick squarely in the nether region.
Lysander let out a muffled grunt of pain as his hands lost their hold. Instinctively, he covered the throbbing area.
Thalassa seized the chance to make a break for it.
Watching Thalassa's retreating figure, Lysander's eyes turned frosty with anger.
His eyebrows knitted together.
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