Chapter 374

The door of the bungalow was ajar.

As Lysander walked in, a chilling sight greeted him, making his blood run cold.

The floor was a mess, strewn with shattered porcelain and gemstone jewelry that had been carelessly tossed about.

Antique paintings were torn and scattered haphazardly on the floor.

Fitch, who had accompanied Lysander, was taken aback by the scene.

Thalassa stood in the middle of the room, curiously inspecting an antique porcelain piece. After a brief moment, she put it to her mouth and tried to bite it. When she couldn’t, she muttered something about it not being tasty and without hesitation, tossed it behind her.

Fitch, terrified, lunged forward to catch the falling piece, but missed. The porcelain hit the floor and broke into pieces.

Just like Fitch’s heart, shattered.

Thalassa seemed oblivious, bouncing on her feet, heading towards another ancient painting hanging on the wall.

his heart pounding in his chest, turned to

and dark as a winter sky, his eyes

Thalassa’s hand, pulling her away from the

his arms, unaware of the impending danger.

sleeve. Her face was a picture of adoration, and her voice was soft and sweet, “Goddess, are you here to cuddle

face taut as he stared at her. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, suggesting she was not in her right

reached out to scratch his face with her small paw. She believed she was a lamb by the side of a Greek goddess, with

“Hmm, my goddess, you’re so beautiful.

against his, she lightly scratched his elastic face

were so provocative, rubbing and scratching his cheek. Her

delicate.

his heart. He swallowed hard, his

witnessing this scene, broke out in a cold sweat. Lysander was furious, and

call Lysander, a

was sweating bullets for

her fidgeting hand, and demanded in a low and angry voice, “Thalassa, look

so fierce. I, the little lamb, am scared,” Thalassa said, swaying her hips, effectively

Fitch and asked, “Are you

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