A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 820

The pale sky greeted Liana as she groggily opened her eyes, her gaze catching a fleeting seagull soaring past the window

A gentle sea breeze wafted through the open window, bringing along a delicate fragrance from the burning incense in the room

The scent was her favorite, and the view of the sea outside was a picture perfect scene. Even the room’s decor matched her ideal vision of a wedding suite

However, those dreams remained in the past, mere illusions that couldn’t align with the present reality Liana prided herself on moving forward, yet some individuals seemed stuck in the confines of bygone days

As the door creaked open, Tyler entered the room, dressed in a crisp blue shirt, carrying a tray adorned with milk and bread

After a stint behind bars, he had lost a considerable amount of weight. His once handsome face was now sunken and his eyes dull

He placed the breakfast tray on the bedside table, looking at Liana pretending to be asleep on the bed.

“If you’re awake, grab something to eat,” he said

After picking up Liana from city hall, Tyler hadn’t spoken a word to her, blindfolded her, and whisked her away by boat to an island.

up in a closed room, Liana had screamed all night

seemed disinterested in understanding why Liana wanted to marry Will, as if it held no significance to him

him as she focused on her bound hands. After struggling throughout the night with her restrained limbs, exhaustion eventually

you myself.” Tyler warned, rolling up his shirt sleeves and removing his watch, casting it aside. He knelt on the bed to support Liana, paying her no

refused to drink, keeping her lips tightly shut. The milk slipped from the corner

and then

casually put down the cup, reached for Liana’s clothes, and

say a word and just

Liana didn’t want Tyler touching

a cold sneer and slipped his hand into

to save yourself for him? He leaned in close to Liana’s

was too strong for her. He forced himself on

dry pain made Liana’s tears flow She glared at Tyler in anger.

them on a spot on his waist where a dozen stitches were

how I got

away, unwilling

surveillance that you’re planning to marry Will.

Surveillance?