Chapter 370

The man on the other end of the line was as cold as a winter wind, chilling to the bone.

His voice was icy and devoid of warmth as he commanded, “From now on, not even a grain of bread should reach her!”

Fitch felt a chill running down his spine, his heart pounding for Thalassa, but he dared not defy Lysander’s orders. He managed a response, “Yes, Mr. Sinclair”

The line went dead before he could finish his statement.

Fitch looked up at Thalassa, her chest heaving, her eyes filled with anger yet a glimmer of hope.

Feeling sorry, Fitch suggested, “Ms. Everhart, perhaps you should rest in your room.

Upon hearing his words, Thalassa knew she had failed.

She had used hunger as a weapon, yet Lysander still refused to let her go.

Thalassa clenched her fists, her heart aching with pain and anger. Her breathing became heavy as she stood there, processing the harsh reality.

heavy breaths, she turned on her heel and

for help, but

a suitable charger, but

two chargers in the room, but neither

dead. Without a charger, she was

she found it impossible to rest.

bedroom, her heart

and soon it was afternoon.

her room, and no one came looking

as if she didn’t exist in

set, nightfall came.

grew tense with the thought of Lysander’s return, her heart pounded with

Come seven

engine of his car in the

taut nerves wound tighter

stood silently in her room, listening

creaked open, and a wave of cold, intimidating air swept into the room.

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