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

in front of him, he would

and then bent down in front of

was not

Celia’s grave that day to see what the woman he had been involved with looked like, to tell Celia and

that woman had saved him with her body He hadnt thanked her in person, nor had he

she were no longer alive, he should visit her

get out of the car, David hurriedly followed, accompanying him down the

vast and open, with

was fresh, and the scenery

however, was

hearing the

poor village, most of the villagers hadn’t been to the big

they’d seen

they all

so fancy, look at it

Rolls-Royce, worth millions a pop.” A slightly younger villager

such a fancy car?” The lady who had previously admired Isabella

in

really limited her imagination. She had no idea what a car worth millions looked like, even

he could be my

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