Chapter 374

The door of the bungalow was ajar.

As Lysander walked in, a chilling sight greeted him, making his blood run cold.

The floor was a mess, strewn with shattered porcelain and gemstone jewelry that had been carelessly tossed about.

Antique paintings were torn and scattered haphazardly on the floor.

Fitch, who had accompanied Lysander, was taken aback by the scene.

Thalassa stood in the middle of the room, curiously inspecting an antique porcelain piece. After a brief moment, she put it to her mouth and tried to bite it. When she couldn’t, she muttered something about it not being tasty and without hesitation, tossed it behind her.

Fitch, terrified, lunged forward to catch the falling piece, but missed. The porcelain hit the floor and broke into pieces.

Just like Fitch’s heart, shattered.

Thalassa seemed oblivious, bouncing on her feet, heading towards another ancient painting hanging on the wall.

heart pounding in his chest, turned

was as cold and dark as a winter sky, his eyes concealing a brewing

strode forward, grabbing Thalassa’s hand, pulling her

fell into his arms, unaware of the

sleeve. Her face was a picture of adoration, and her voice was

icy, his handsome face taut as he stared at her. Her eyes sparkled like

sleeve, she reached out to scratch his face with her small paw. She believed she was a lamb by

my goddess, you’re so beautiful. I want to cuddle with you too Come,

rubbed her face against his, she lightly

stern, his anger rising. However, her actions were so provocative, rubbing and scratching his

delicate.

cat’s paw scratching his heart. He swallowed hard, his

Lysander was furious, and Thalassa

to call Lysander, a man of such masculinity, beautiful.

was sweating bullets for Thalassa.

demanded in a low and angry voice, “Thalassa, look at me.

lamb, am scared,”

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