Chapter 842

Nursing her thumb, silent tears started to cascade down her cheeks.

“You’re awake.” Lysander’s voice, deep and somber, echoed through the darkness.

Thalassa shivered. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to force back the tears. But the intense sensation of sourness in her throat was

uncontrollable.

“Why did he fall from the building?” she managed to ask Lysander, her voice trembling.

The room fell silent, the air filled with a chilling stillness.

Just as Thalassa thought she wouldn’t get an answer, Lysander spoke up, “No one expected it. He jumped down himself…”

No one expected him to do this, and hence, nobody was prepared to stop him.

He jumped off himself?

Why?

her

her. She was facing away from him, her body curled up into a ball. She didn’t respond

words. But under the moonlight, he could see the glitter of tears in her

knew that she was in pain. She never forgot about Leopold, so his

face was taut. He mused, and didn’t say

found the courage to voice her worries, “How

undergoing a post–mortem makeover,” Lysander’s voice

clenched again, her thumb almost bitten through by her own

for six hours,” Lysander said as he switched on the

light instantly illuminated the whole

could adjust to the sudden

limp and powerless. She was picked up by Lysander and helped to sit at

which were both mild dishes. Lysander tucked away the stray hair from her forehead, revealing her pale face;

scooped up soup

not wanting to

taste buds were numb from the chilling sorrow. She didn’t have the heart to eat anything.

outstretched spoon hung in mid–air as his expression

felt a wave of inner pain. She flinched and

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