Chapter 371.

Lysander’s eyes were dark and chilly, his icy gaze threatening to freeze her. His teeth clenched in frustration. He snarled, “Starving yourself now, huh? Good for you.” His words dripped with sarcasm, and his aura was cold and oppressive.

Thalassa bore his anger, her delicate brows furrowed as she fought for her freedom. “Let me go. You can’t keep me locked up forever.”

She had to get back. Her children needed her, and she needed them.

“And why not? You don’t want to eat, right? Fine, from now on, you won’t have to.” With that, he gripped her nape and dragged her out of the master bedroom, out of the grand hall of the Royal Estates, and into the backyard.

In the backyard was a small bungalow. The butler, seeing him approach, promptly opened the bungalow door.

Lysander roughly pushed her inside, throwing her into the bungalow, his voice filled with suppressed anger. “From now on, you’ll stay here. You’re not allowed to eat without my permission!”

With that, he turned and left the bungalow, returning to the main villa hall.

ordered Fitch, “Lock the backyard door! If anyone lets her in or secretly feeds her, they’ll be severely

stammered his agreement, “Yes, sir.” and quickly

bungalow was filled with various vases and jars,

jars, and paintings appeared to be antiqués. Some were even speckled with marks of

walls and the array of vases, jars, and brooches on the

admired the paintings and examined the vases, jars,

tiny, no more than a centimeter

familiar as if she had seen it somewhere before. She picked

to a toy pendant that Sophia had found on the floor of a toy store

Sophia’s toy pendant. It was clear that the toy was a replica of this antique.

be duplicated into a

antiques, Thalassa opened the cabinets, which were

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