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.

only made

his solid chest, her face against

sequence of events was both swift and

striking her face with that familiar, intoxicating masculine scent that enveloped her,

lips still pressed against his, she scrambled to get up, pushing against the wheelchair

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

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into Lysander's embrace again. Her heart suddenly raced and she was in such a frenzy. Lysander's chiseled face was inches

kiss and run? Life's not that easy, is it?" Lysander's voice, low and chilly, echoed

hot breath on her sensitive ear made her shiver as she quickly explained, "No, I really didn't see the way forward. I didn't know there was

saying I'm so short you couldn't see me?" Lysander's deep tone carried

misunderstanding, she explained hastily, "No, I was upset so

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