Chapter 296
Thala**a was speaking from the heart.
She didn’t fancy being Lysander’s secretary, let alone his woman.
She yeamed to stay clear from him and never see him again for the rest of her life.
Only then could she make sure her kids were stashed away safe and sound.
Faye mistook Thala**a’s words as boasting as if she was rubbing it in her face.
She was fuming, her face dark with rage, glaring at Thala**a: “Don’t get too cocky, Thala**a. You, a poor sod, will always be looked down upon. Lysander will lose interest in you in no time, and you’ll be discarded like trash. No, you’re even worse than trash!”
Faye’s anger and resentment seeped from her core.
She had just seen Thala**a and Lysander sitting in a café, sipping coffee together at the mall.
Lysander’s lips were curled in a small smile, his deep eyes full of admiration for Thala**a.
His gaze was filled with a tenderness she had never seen before, filled with love.
Faye had been by Lysander’s side for ten years, so she knew his eyes were usually cold when he looked at people. But when he looked at Thala**a, his eyes were
different.
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She had been silently by Lysander’s side for ten years, silently in love with him!
But in his eyes, she was no more than a male secretary.
She thought he was indifferent to women, but Thala**a shattered that notion.
It turned out Lysander could pa**ionately kiss a woman.
Turned out his profound, and icy eyes could also show a soft gaze.
Turned out, he was into women, just not her.
She had spent ten years by his side, hoping to touch his heart, to have him notice her.
But all that time and all that effort didn’t compare to Thala**a’s one night with him five years ago.
Faye was heartbroken, furious, and filled with hatred for Thala**a.
If it weren’t for Thala**a’s one night with Lysander five years ago, Lysander might at least have noticed her.
She vented all her frustrations and resentments on Thala**a.
Thala**a didn’t want to bicker with her, but her words were just too over the top.
She said Thala**a was worse than trash, then what was she?
Thala**a sneered, “A decent person wouldn’t betray their own company or frame others. So, Faye, what type of trash are you?”
“You!” Faye was provoked, raised her hand high, and slapped towards Thala**a’s face.
Seeing the hand swiftly approaching, Thala**a’s eyes widened.
Just as her hand was about to hit her face, Thala**a grabbed her hand tightly.
And she swung a slap back at Faye.
Faye was quick. Her years with Lysander had trained her reflexes.
She jerked her head back, dodging Thala**a’s slap, and jerked her hand out of Thala**a’s grip so hard she staggered backward.
Although she wasn’t hit, her delicate makeup was a mess.
Thala**a leaned against the wall, unaffected by the action.
She stood her ground, neither of them landing a hit on each other. It was a stalemate.
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Unwilling to waste her breath on Faye, she shot her a glance, turned around, and walked away.
Behind her, Faye said in a suppressed rage, “Thala**a, you’re just selling yourself for money. You’re nothing but a cheap woman!”
Those words stopped Thala**a in her tracks, and it felt like a rock was pressing down on her chest, and she was breathless.
She felt extremely uneasy.
