Chapter 820

Thalassa’s heart pounded as her gaze darted to the rear-view mirror, where Lysander’s deep, brooding eyes met hers. Panic washed over her, leaving her feeling helpless and cornered.

She quickly brushed away the tears from her face, blinking rapidly to clear her vision, “I’m not crying, honey,” she said with a forced smile. “The wind outside is just so strong that it blew some dust into my eyes.”

With that, she pulled Sophia into her arms and planted a kiss on her forehead, hoping to reassure her and ease her worries.

“Oh, Mommy, I’ll help blow the dust out of your eyes,” Sophia offered, tilting her head back and puffing out her cheeks as she blew a gentle breath towards Thalassa’s eyes.

It was what Thalassa used to do for them when they got something in their eyes.

Thalassa played along, lowering her head as Sophia blew gently on her face. The soft, milky-scented breath was somewhat comforting. It soothed her troubled heart.

She didn’t understand why she cried. She was sitting there in the car, thinking about Evelyn’s words that she didn’t have a big, fancy house, and couldn’t provide her kids with a stable home. They would have a better future with their father.

She couldn’t even control her own life, let alone help her mother escape their predicament.

realities of life seemed to magnify in her heart, causing tears to fall involuntarily from her

she snapped back to reality, suppressing her emotions and even using Sophia’s assistance as an excuse to

road ahead.

Estates, the kids were all sound asleep in the car.

one, he carried the kids into the house, tucking them into

lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, she heard a noise at the door. She quickly laid down, turning her back

asleep, Lysander wouldn’t bother her.

and tried

felt the bed suddenly dip behind her. A strong masculine presence drew closer, a solid chest radiating warmth pressing against her back. His rough hand clasped her chin, turning her face

quickened and her pulse raced. Eyelashes fluttered, she opened

Lysander’s ocean-deep gaze.

captive, like a piercing wind threatening to delve into the depths

her.

Lysander’s low, magnetic voice echoed in her

icy breath grazed her cheeks, leaving Thalassa feeling

mustering the courage to meet his gaze and insisted, “No,

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