Thalassa kept soothing herself that it was time to move on.

Staring into the mirror, she took in her pale reflection and her wretched face streaked with tears as a self-deprecating smile twisted her lips.

"Thalassa, it's been three years. Why are you still such a wreck? Why can't you live freely for yourself just like everyone else?" She said to herself. Yeah, living freely, not caring about anyone who didn't matter.

From now on, the only people who matter in her life would be her four kids and her aunt.

With some effort, Thalassa managed to adjust her emotions, wiping her face dry with a tissue before turning to leave the bathroom.

As she stepped out, she accidentally bumped into a wheelchair, losing her balance and instinctively lunging forward.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, trying to steady herself, only to lock eyes with Lysander's distinct, breathtakingly handsome face.

Her breath hitched, and she struggled to keep from falling forward.

panic only made

chest happened to crash right against his solid chest, her

was

masculine scent that enveloped her, making her heart race so

was in his arms and her lips still pressed against his, she scrambled to get up, pushing against the wheelchair armrest in

tried to stand up in a frantic manner, a strong hand grabbed her wrist and

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

managed to brace herself, fell into Lysander's embrace again. Her heart suddenly raced and she was in such a frenzy. Lysander's chiseled face was inches from hers so she could see each of his pores. His elastic and manly skin made her heart

that easy, is it?" Lysander's voice, low and

as she quickly explained, "No, I really didn't

see me?" Lysander's deep tone carried

misunderstanding, she explained hastily, "No, I

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