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 body curling tighter.

away from

words. But under the moonlight, he could see the glitter

was in pain. She never forgot about Leopold, so his death brought her immense

handsome face was taut. He mused,

found the courage to voice her worries, “How is he

is in the morgue and undergoing a post–mortem makeover,” Lysander’s

clenched again, her thumb almost bitten through by her own

You’ve been asleep for six hours,” Lysander said as he switched on

bright, white light instantly illuminated the

glaring light. Before she could adjust to the sudden brightness, Lysander scooped her up from the bed.

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

tray had already been prepared on the bedside table. On it was a bowl of soup and an almond pudding, which were both mild dishes. Lysander tucked away the stray hair from her forehead, revealing her pale face; her lips were devoid of

he scooped up soup and brought it to her lips.

turned away, not wanting to eat.

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

outstretched spoon hung in mid–air as his expression turned grim, “Eat up!”

pain. She

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