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?

heart clenched, her

of the bed, watching her. She was facing away from him, her

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

never forgot about Leopold, so

He mused, and didn’t say

silence, Thalassa found the courage to voice her worries, “How is

the morgue and undergoing a post–mortem makeover,” Lysander’s voice was solemn while

heart clenched again, her thumb almost bitten through by her

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

instantly

the glaring light. Before she could adjust to the

was soft, limp and powerless. She was picked up by Lysander and helped to sit at the head of

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

up

not wanting to eat.

had no appetite. Her taste buds were numb from the chilling sorrow. She didn’t have the heart to eat anything.

as his expression turned grim, “Eat up!”

pain. She flinched and looked away

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