Chapter 54

So she bent down to stuff it into his hand, saying. Dont worry I didn't overcharge you, only for the wine

already wearing a low-cut top, and when she bent over Lysander felt his throat tighten involuntarily

Her hand brushed his, the touch soft and cold, a feeling he found strangely familiar

It was just a brief touch, but it was enough to stir up a whirlwind of thoughts in Lysander's mind.

His gaze deepened, and he began to show signs of emotional turmoil

Her unintentional touch was enough to set him on edge

This woman, Thalassa was constantly drawing him in

Just as Thalassa was about to stand up after handing him the black card he grabbed her wi up sitting on his lap

His thighs were warm, and his muscles were firm

The moment she sat on his lap, Thalassa could feel his change

Thalassa was stunned, her eyes wide open. "Mr. Sinclair, what are you doing?"

His hand big and strong, and with a pull, she landed on his laps.