Chapter 371


    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.


    Thssa 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 vi 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.


    Thssa 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, Thssa admired the paintings and examined the vases, jars, and brooches. Her


    eyes fell on a small circr pendant.


    The pendant was tiny, no more than a centimeter in diameter.


    But Thssa 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 Thssa had


    bought it for a hundred dors.


    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, Thssa opened the cabs, which were also filled with


    ancient artifacts.


    It seemed that Lysander had a penchant for collecting antiquities. No wonder he had casually gifted her


    an antique pendant five years ago, a pendant with a long history.


    Not just the dragon pendant, his collection was filled with paintings, ceramics, silver and gold items,


    and bronzes, all bearing the marks of time and history.


    After admiring the antiques, Thssa noticed that the bungalow door was open. She tried to re-enter


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    the main vi hall but found the backyard door locked. She realized that Lysander intended to confine


    her in the backyard. Her brows furrowed in frustration, she returned to the bungalow.


    To her dismay, there was no bed, no nket, just a few tables, chairs, and the cold antiques,


    Night had fallen.


    Was she expected to sleep here tonight?