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 chest, turned to look at Lysander’s reaction.

was as cold and dark as a winter sky, his eyes

grabbing Thalassa’s hand, pulling her away from the

arms, unaware of the

brushed his face with her sleeve. Her face was a picture of adoration, and her voice was soft and sweet, “Goddess, are

Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, suggesting she was not in

with her small paw. She believed she was a lamb by the side of a Greek goddess, with hands

using her warm fur to comfort him, “Hmm, my goddess, you’re so

she rubbed her face against his, she lightly scratched

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

delicate.

scratching his heart. He swallowed hard,

a cold sweat. Lysander was furious, and Thalassa was

a

was sweating bullets

his teeth, seized her fidgeting hand, and demanded in a low

little lamb, am scared,” Thalassa said, swaying her hips,

icy gaze deepened. He turned to Fitch and asked, “Are you sure

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