In the blink of an eye, the kids sprawled over her were lifted one by one and placed aside.
Lysander stood before her, his deep gaze looking down on her. "Time to head back," he declared.
His voice was low and magnetic, seemingly calm but unequivocally domineering.
Thalassa froze. She didn’t say anything as she looked into his deep gaze.
Hertha, sitting nearby, felt the immense tension. She quickly rose up and stepped aside to make room for Lysander. She forced a chuckle and agreed, "Yes, Thalassa. The weather is unpredictable; it could rain any moment so you better get back. Plus, the beach isn't safe."
Hertha's words brought Thalassa back to reality. She avoided Lysander's gaze, stood up, and walked over to take her kids’ hands, "Let's go home."
"Okay, let's go home." The little ones placed their tiny, soft hands into hers.
Pairs of bright eyes, which were filled with dependence and love, bore into her.
Looking at the kids’ innocent, soft eyes, Thalassa's heart was a bit healed. She led the two kids by the hand towards the roadside.
Lysander's black Rolls-Royce was parked at the curb; its dark opulence was impossible to overlook.
"Thalassa, I have to go now. Bye, little ones. Maybe I will take you out next time." Hertha said her farewells and drove off.
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