Chapter 1337
The tears she had just fought back now cascaded down once again.
Her heart ached as if she was suffocating. The last person she wanted to see at this moment was Lysander.
Lysander felt her trembling hands as she tried to push him away. Her slender waist now seemed even more fragile, quivering uncontrollably.
Lysander’s heart ached. He didn’t let go, instead wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. His arms held her tight, his chin resting on her head as he exhaled a worried breath. “Let me hold you.”
Thalassa had intended to push him away, but his arms were strong, and her own petite frame could not budge him in the slightest.
His warm breath fanned the top of her head, and she could clearly smell the familiar scent of sandalwood on him, a scent that had become etched into her very bloodstream over countless nights.
His deep voice was filled with desolation and tenderness, insisting on holding her close.
Her trembling body felt the defined strength of his chest and the steady beats of his heart. It pulled at her own aching heart, syncing their rhythms.
Thalassa stiffened, every cell in her body quivering sharply.
She didn’t want his touch, yet her body, familiar with his presence, longed for his embrace. A fearful realization struck Thalassa as her body yearned for his arms around her.
She lifted her shaky hands to push him away, “Please go. I’m begging you not to bring the kids away from me. They’re all I have left.”
Hearing her trembling voice, Lysander’s heart felt as if it had been viciously struck by a sharp blade, a dull pain throbbing within.
He had hurt her deeply in the past, and now she was so wary of him.
Lysander breathed heavily, his voice calm yet silent.
Thalassa mistook his silence for refusal and resisted even more fiercely. Straightening up, she determined to get rid of his embrace. “Lysander, I have nothing left. Can’t you just leave me be?”
Her breath shook, her voice frail and powerless, her despair and helplessness overwhelming.
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Chapter 1337
Leave her be?
Those words pierced Lysander’s heart, muddling his senses.
She was still thinking about escaping him.
Lysander’s breath burned, his voice low and husky with emotion, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner that you weren’t Bruce’s daughter?”
If she gave him any other reason, no matter how absurd, he would have chosen to believe
her.
“There’s no reason. It’s none of your business,” Thalassa stubbornly replied.
“Sure, whether you speak or not is your business,” Lysander rasped, “but wanting to marry you is mine. Come with me to the town hall tomorrow, we’re getting married.”
He let go of her, no longer holding her in the darkness, his deep eyes earnestly fixed on
Thalassa.
“What?” Thalassa was startled by his words, “Lysander, do you know what you are saying?”
He had come to her bedside in the dead of night, declaring they would marry!
All because she wasn’t Bruce’s daughter?
“I’m not crazy. You’ll see tomorrow,” Lysander said, his gaze never wavering from
Thalassa.
In the dark of night, although he couldn’t make out her features, he could see her crystalline eyes shimmering with tears, shining like the diamond necklace he once gave
her.
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