Chapter 130

Thalassa was like a wounded kitten. Her face was buried in his chest, tears streaming down ceaselessly. Her tears soaked Lysander’s shirt, hot, like boiling water, scorching his heart.

Lysander’s hand clenched her arm tightly, and finally, he embraced her, letting her cry her heart out.

Time trickled away.

After crying for a while, Thalassa’s emotions gradually calmed down, and her strength gradually recovered. Realizing she was in Lysander’s arms, she immediately straightened up and left his embrace. Her eyes were red as she said, “Sorry, I got your shirt wet, I’lI wash it for you.”

Her voice was hoarse from crying.

Lysander’s heart ached. Despite everything, she was still worried about dirtying his shirt. How low did she think of herself?

untied the rope on her

to meddle in other people’s affairs. But he thought of the fragrance on

was filled with

headed for the hotel. And found that things were not as he thought Thalassa

hair’s breadth away from irreparable

Thalassa

the way, and asked him to stop, but he didn’t, and drove straight to this parking lot, tied me

tears flooded, her throat was hoarse, and her heart was filled with fear. Such fear, she felt

dialed a number, ‘There’s a kidnapper here. Come take him away, I’ll talk to your

came

Lysander drove Thalassa home.

the passenger seat, draped in his suit. The suit carried a faint scent of sandalwood and his body heat. It gave her an unprecedented

looked ahead with reddened eyes, saying nothing, while Lysander focused on driving. The atmosphere in the car was

they arrived

dropped her off at the stairs. Thalassa got out of the car, turned around, and

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