Chapter 421


    She hadn’t washed her hair for days, and she was beginning to feel itchy and ufortable.


    She gave in to the itch and decided to wash her hair.


    “How’s your concussion? Are you feeling better?” Leopold asked, his hand falling away from her


    shoulder. His heart felt empty as his hand left her.


    He was struggling to keep the pain inside him at bay, his concern for her health more paramount than


    his own.


    “I’ll be alright. I just need a few days of rest, Thssia replied. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going.”


    She was about to turn away when Leopold interjected, “Stay for dinner with me.” His tone was firm, not


    asking for her opinion but stating a fact.


    “I’ve already had dinner,” Thssia countered.


    “That was just supper. Consider this ate-night snack.” He opened the car door, waiting for her to get


    in.


    “I’m not hungry,” Thssia replied, furrowing her brows.


    “Then I’ll go find Lysander!” Leopold said, his tone hard and serious.


    Thssia was at a loss for words, ultimately giving in and getting into the car.


    Leopold drove off.


    Soon, they arrived at a posh restaurant. They took a table by the window, overlooking a man-made


    garden with a fountain spouting water in the middle. The garden was filled with green trees and colorful


    flowers. The mist from the fountain created a romantic and hazy atmosphere.


    A sulent steak was brought to their table, its aroma filling the air. If she had been hungry, the meal


    would have been delicious. But Thssia was full, having eaten dinner and a generous portion of cake.


    Even the most decadent food held no temptation for her now.


    Leopold handed her the cutlery. “Eat.”


    “I’m not hungry, you can eat,” Thssia said, feeling awkward sharing a romanticte-night meal with


    him, knowing that they could no longer be together.


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    Leopold’s gaze darkened, pain evident in his eyes. “So now, you won’t even share a meal with me?


    Would you be happier if it were Lysander?”


    “It’s not about who I’m dining with, I’m just not hungry. I ate a lot this afternoon,” Thssia said.


    “I don’t care about your past with Lysander. I still love you. If you’re willing, we can leave all of this


    behind and start anew somewhere else,” Leopold said earnestly, his gaze fixed on Thssia.


    His words took her by surprise. She remembered the time when Leopold had unexpectedlye to


    her house and how, after she had learned that Bruce was the one who had caused the death of


    Lysander’s parents, she had been in a rush to leave. But Lysander had caught her, and she was


    severely punished to the point where she couldn’t even get out of bed.


    She had been locked away for four days, nearly starving to death. The thought of what would happen if


    she actually ran away with Leopold terrified her. Lysander would surely tear her apart.


    “Leopold, why would you think of such a thing? I’ve told you many times before that there are many


    women who like you. Your life deserves better than this. Don’t waste your time on me,” Thssia


    pleaded.