Chapter 198
Lysander was only three years older than Leopold.
Zephyr had two sons. His firstbom was nothing to write home about, he was not too bright, had a thing for travel, and had no
ambition. for work, but he had a smart and capable son, Leopold.
His younger son, Barnett Sinclair, was a business hotshot and a serious kind of guy. His son, Lysander, was a looker and a
thinker.
Unfortunately, Bamett and his wife kicked the bucket when Lysander was still a nipper.
Lysander was left on his own, raised single–handedly by Zephyr and his wife.
Lysander and Leopold grew up together, thick as thieves.
Leopold looked up to Lysander’s smarts and always went to him for advice.
For the past few years, his love life had been a real pain in the neck.
He was head over heels for Thalassa, but she wouldn’t give him the time of day, he was out of options.
Leopold finished speaking and took a big gulp of his drink. The bitterness was seeping into his heart, he was feeling pretty low.
Turned out that loving someone he can’t have was just pure agony.
Lysander put down his glass and looked him deep in the eyes: “If a woman stays mad at you for five years over one thing, it
means she cares. If she didn’t, she would’ve married someone else by now Where would you be then?”
Thinking about this, he couldn’t help but think of Thalassa.
Five years ago, they were together. Thalassa lost her emerald pendant by accident but kept looking for it. For five years, she
didn’t have a boyfriend.
Did this mean she was waiting for him?
“Exactly!” Leopold suddenly lit up, his eyes full of hope. He put down his glass and walked up to Lysander, ready to give him a
bear hug.
But seeing Lysander’s icy stare, he stopped in his tracks, but he was still grinning like a kid on Christmas morning: “Lysander,
you’re my savior! You made me see the light; I love you man.”
Lysander shot him a cold look.
What a child!
Leopold didn’t mind his look; he cheerfully blew Lysander a kiss: “Yes, Lysander, I love you; I’ve got to go! Wait till I win her over,
you’d better come to my wedding; you’re like family, my savior!”
As Leopold walked out, his laughter echoed around the room.
Lysander gave a small smile: Just like a young man.
He picked up his glass and finished his drink.
In the afternoon, after work, Thalassa bought ice cream and ate it while waiting for the bus.
It was late autumn, a bit chilly, and she didn’t really want the ice cream but she’d had a rough afternoon.
Thinking about what Zephyr said to her this morning, accusing her of selling herself and seducing Lysander, she felt annoyed
and oppressed.
She’d never been so humiliated in her life.
But there was nothing she could do; she couldn’t stand up to those powerful families.
She just had to swallow her pride.
Having ice cream to chill out a bit was allowed.
As she was leisurely enjoying her ice cream, a black Rolls–Royce pulled up next to her.
Thalassa was worried about dripping ice cream on the fancy car, so she