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Chapter 1216
Callum chuckled, a warm and approachable aura around him as he casually lifted his hand
and ruffled Thalassa’s hair gently. His voice was soft and soothing, “Silly girl, no need to
apologize. It’s not your fault, and I’ve never blamed you. I only blame myself for not being
sharp enough to evade Lysander’s quick pursuit.”
Thalassa blinked in surprise. Callum had just tousled her hair!
By the time she gathered her thoughts, his hand had already retreated, his face donning
its usual smile as he continued to speak to her.
There was no hint of awkwardness or tension from the gesture, and it felt so natural that
Thalassa questioned if she was reading too much into it.
This was just Callum being Callum, showing the same gentle affection not only to her but
to everyone by playfully ruffling their hair.
Seeing his easygoing demeanor, Thalassa blinked away the shock in her eyes, trying to
regain her composure.
It was funny, he was the one who had touched her head, yet she was the one feeling
embarrassed.
“No, you’ve done more than enough, and I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for us.
Lysander is just too powerful. Even if he hadn’t found us that day, he was bound to catch
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtup to us eventually,” Thalassa reassured Callum, urging him not to be too hard on himself.
It wasn’t his oversight. Lysander’s influence was just too vast for the average people to
contend with.
Thalassa was focused on her conversation with Callum, unaware that Ethan, who had just
stepped out of the Crawley Group’s office, had spotted her getting into the car. He
whipped out his phone and snapped a quick photo of them.
Callum caught a glimpse of the man standing at the Crawley Group’s entrance from the
corner of his eye. A fleeting sparkle passed through his warm eyes, but it was gone in an
instant.
“Let’s not talk about this now. Let’s go grab some lunch,” Callum shifted the topic,
instructing the driver, “Head over to Fortune Restaurant, please.”
The car started and drove away.
Back at the Crawley Group entrance, Ethan leaned lazily against the door frame, too
impatient to head to his own car and sent the photo to Lysander right there and then.
Ethan loved a good piece of gossip, especially when it involved Lysander.
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Any chance to get the scoop on Lysander was too good for him to wait even a second.
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After sending the photo, Ethan messaged, [Lysander, you might want to dial up the charm,
buddy. Ever heard of the ‘hair ruffle’ move? Works like a charm on ladies. Why not give it a
try?]
With a smirk, he stared at his phone, waiting for Lysander’s response.
Minutes ticked by without a peep from the screen. As he watched, Ethan felt a chill seep
through the display, half-convinced his phone would crack from the cold if he kept up this
mockery of Lysander.
Shaking off the eerie sensation, Ethan chuckled to himself.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe knew it wasn’t his phone icing over. It was the icy rage emanating from Lysander on
the other end.
Even without seeing Lysander in person, Ethan could picture his handsome face darkened,
brooding like a stormy sky on the brink of unleashing its fury.
He was playing with fire, tempting the tiger’s wrath.
Despite his trepidation over Lysander’s formidable presence, Ethan couldn’t suppress his
amusement. After all, chances to tease Lysander didn’t come around often.
Meanwhile, in the Sinclair Group’s presidential office.
Lysander held his phone, staring at the photo on the screen.
It showed Thalassa and Callum seated in the same car. Although only Thalassa’s back was
visible, Lysander knew it was her instantly.
Callum faced the car window, his expression brimming with tenderness as he stroked
Thalassa’s hair.
And Thalassa didn’t pull away!
This image stung Lysander’s eyes, the air around him dropping in pressure, threatening to
turn to ice.
His grip on the phone tightened, veins standing out on the back of his hand, his jaw
clenching so hard that the muscles twitched ominously.
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