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.

in his chest, turned

a winter sky, his eyes concealing a brewing storm.

hand, pulling her away

unaware of the

face was a picture of

taut as he stared at her. Her eyes sparkled

After brushing Lysander’s face with her sleeve, she reached out to scratch his face with her small paw. She believed she was a lamb by the side of a Greek

her warm fur to comfort him, “Hmm, my goddess, you’re so beautiful. I want to cuddle with you too Come, let

she rubbed her face against his, she lightly scratched his elastic face with

rising. However, her actions were so provocative, rubbing and scratching his cheek. Her touch

delicate.

heart. He swallowed hard,

witnessing this scene, broke out in a cold sweat. Lysander was furious, and Thalassa was still making such provocative moves.

call Lysander, a

bullets for Thalassa.

demanded in a low and angry voice, “Thalassa,

am scared,” Thalassa said, swaying

to Fitch and asked, “Are

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