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?

her hands, and asked,

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

filled with unease

found that things were not as he thought Thalassa

was a hair’s breadth away from irreparable

just happened, Thalassa was filled with fear and

the driver to be John. I realized something was wrong on the way, and asked him to stop, but he didn’t, and drove straight to this parking lot, tied

and her heart was filled with fear. Such fear, she felt suffocated just recounting

take him away, I’ll talk to your chief, and charge him with the heaviest

police came and took John

Lysander drove Thalassa home.

his suit. The suit carried a faint scent of sandalwood and his

saying nothing, while Lysander focused on driving. The atmosphere

they arrived at

got out of the car, turned around, and said,

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