Chaos only lead to more mess–ups, and the more Thalassa tried to avoid crossing Lysander, the more stuff seemed to hit the fan. Feeling a cold sweat down her back, she quickly bent down to pick up the shattered cup
"Ah…" The sharp porcelain cut Thalassa's hand, making her wince in pain. She was about to lick her finger when…..
A chill swept over her, her wrist was grabbed by a big hand and yanked, pulling her upright
Looking up. Thalassa met the man's deep eyes. Her heart jumped. His aura was intense, even his gaze was deep and powerful. Just looking into his eyes, Thalassa felt her whole body on high alert.
Lysander looked at her finger, and a droplet of blood quickly swelled into a stream, snaking down her slender finger like a little red snake.
Feeling a touch of sympathy, he grabbed a tissue from the conference table and expertly wrapped her wound.
He reprimanded, "How could you screw up like this? If you can't even do a cleaning job right, just quit!"