Chapter 371.
Lysander’s eyes were dark and chilly, his icy gaze threatening to freeze her. His teeth clenched in frustration. He snarled, “Starving yourself now, huh? Good for you.” His words dripped with sarcasm, and his aura was cold and oppressive.
Thalassa bore his anger, her delicate brows furrowed as she fought for her freedom. “Let me go. You can’t keep me locked up forever.”
She had to get back. Her children needed her, and she needed them.
“And why not? You don’t want to eat, right? Fine, from now on, you won’t have to.” With that, he gripped her nape and dragged her out of the master bedroom, out of the grand hall of the Royal Estates, and into the backyard.
In the backyard was a small bungalow. The butler, seeing him approach, promptly opened the bungalow door.
Lysander roughly pushed her inside, throwing her into the bungalow, his voice filled with suppressed anger. “From now on, you’ll stay here. You’re not allowed to eat without my permission!”
With that, he turned and left the bungalow, returning to the main villa hall.
He ordered Fitch, “Lock the backyard door! If anyone lets her in or secretly feeds her, they’ll be severely punished!”
Fitch stammered his agreement, “Yes, sir.” and quickly closed the backyard door.
Thalassa was baffled and ‘hurt, rubbing her sore neck as she looked around. The bungalow was filled with various vases and jars, and old, yellowing paintings hung on the walls.
All the vases, jars, and paintings appeared to be antiqués. Some were even speckled with marks of history.
She turned a full circle, taking in the numerous oil paintings on the walls and the array of vases, jars, and brooches on the tables. This was a room full of antiques, worth a fortune.
Her curiosity piqued, Thalassa admired the paintings and examined the vases, jars, and brooches. Her eyes fell on a small circular pendant.
The pendant was tiny, no more than a centimeter in diameter.
But Thalassa found it strangely familiar as if she had seen it somewhere before. She picked it up and examined it.
Suddenly, she remembered where she’d seen it. It was identical to a toy pendant that Sophia had found on the floor of a toy store during a shopping trip. Sophial had loved it so much that Thalassa had bought it for a hundred dollars.
The pendant in Lysander’s collection was identical to Sophia’s toy pendant. It was clear that the toy was a replica of this antique.
She mused, “Now anything can be duplicated into a toy.”
Having examined the visible antiques, Thalassa opened the cabinets, which were also filled with ancient artifacts.
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I find Hertha extremely childish.poor Alaric one woman is childish the other one is domineering and a liar.poor guy.please get the Thalassa and Lysander story back...
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Hertha needs to tell Alaric everything and quit giving a hard time ....
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