The red wine had a spicy kick to it. It had a flavor that slid down his throat and into his stomach, setting off a slight burning sensation.
But even with the alcohol, he couldn't shake off the restlessness in his heart.
He had actually lost his cool in front of Thalassa for the second time, almost losing control of himself!
This wasn’t good.
As a top leader, if he couldn't resist temptation, couldn't stay cool when faced with female allure, those with ulterior motives would seize this opportunity, and lead him to ultimate failure.
Looked like he still needed to work on his self-control skills.
Thalassa headed to the restroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed her face with cold water. The chilliness offered some relief to her burning cheeks.
While looking up at the mirror, she noticed that her lips were rosy and that her eyes were bright and filled with the shimmer of tears. Her lips were slightly swollen from the intense kissing, appearing even rosier than usual.
So, this is the aftermath of Lysander's kiss.
He'd actually kissed her lips till they were swollen.
He was a tough one to handle.
"Thalassa, are you okay?" Hertha’s worried voice came from behind her.
After turning around, Thalassa saw Hertha's anxious and slightly flushed face.
She gave Hertha's shoulder a light pat, reassuring her, "I'm okay, don't worry."
"It's all my fault. If I hadn't spilled the wine, you wouldn't have had to help Mr. Sinclair with his pants, and he wouldn't have misunderstood..." Hertha pouted, looking extremely guilty.
If something had happened to Thalassa in the private room with Lysander, she would be the one to blame.
The thought of it still sent chills down Hertha's spine.
Hertha's words made Thalassa realize how today's embarrassing misunderstanding had occurred.
She wondered why Lysander would repeatedly behave so unreasonably towards her.
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