Chapter 63

The villagers pointed to a narrow country path ahead.

Following that path would lead to the village cemetery.

The path was so narrow that a car couldn’t make it through.

David turned back and asked Lysander with a questioning gaze, “Mr. Sinclair, the road’s too narrow and all muddy. It might be tricky to get the car through:

Without much thought, Lysander got out of the car.

The feel and scent of Thalassa the night before were so similar to those of that woman five years ago.

He deliberately slid his hand under her clothes, her skin smooth as satin, the soft touch stirring him up and reminding him of that night with that woman,

His blood was boiling, and his throat was tingling.

He kept Thalassa by his side to strengthen his willpower and resist being drawn to her

if she were lying naked in front of

hand and then bent down in front of him, her chest view almost exposed, and

not

to see what the woman he had been involved with looked like, to tell Celia and Thalassa apart, and to cool himself

him with her body He hadnt thanked her in

if she were no longer alive, he should

the car, David hurriedly followed, accompanying him

vast and open, with occasional

fresh, and the scenery was green and pleasing to the

was a

point, the villagers rushed over after hearing the news, gawking at the luxury car and

most of the villagers hadn’t

they’d seen was

they all came to gawk in

is so

it’s a Rolls-Royce, worth millions a

a fancy car?” The lady who had previously admired Isabella and looked down on Thalassa was

was in awe and

no idea what a car worth

If only he could be my son-in-law.” The

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