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?

rope on her hands, and asked, “What

private matter of an employee, and he should have ignored it because he was not one to meddle in other people’s affairs. But he thought of the fragrance on Thalassa, and how her skin felt so similar to the woman who saved him five years ago. That sweetness, such softness, would be enjoyed

with unease

for the hotel. And found that things were not

hair’s breadth away from

question, and thinking about what just happened, Thalassa was filled with fear and dread, tears involuntarily

but I didn’t expect the driver to be John. I realized something was wrong on the way, and asked him to stop, but he

hoarse, and her

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

the police came and took

Lysander drove Thalassa home.

suit carried a faint scent of

eyes, saying nothing, while Lysander focused on driving. The atmosphere in the car

arrived at where

Thalassa got out of the car, turned around, and said, “Mr. Sinclair,

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