Chapter 1123


    "Looks like you''ve got yourself in hot water with your girlfriend, huh? Gonna chase after her and


    smooth things over." Ethan strolled over, leaning against the fence beside Lysander and watching


    Thssa''s retreating figure.


    He teased with a grin, "When she called you her coach earlier, you two seemed pretty chummy. What


    happened, she beats Susan at mini-golf and suddenly it''s goodbye Mr. Nice Guy? Are all women that


    fickle? Give me the lowdown so I can just give up on love already."


    As Ethan spoke, he nudged Lysander''s arm and looked at him sideways.


    Lysander turned. His gaze was sharp and piercing as a gust of cold wind whipped around Ethan.


    Feeling the intensity of Lysander''s presence, Ethan quickly held up three fingers in a mock surrender,


    "Forget I said anything."


    Lysander cast a fierce look at Ethan and strode away.


    Ethan let out a long breath and patted his chest, muttering to himself, "All talk and no game, man. If


    you''re gonna y, at least y for keeps."


    He was curious about Lysander''s secrets, but he knew those weren''t the kind of stories you could just


    pry into without consequence.


    The golf course was expansive, and it took Thssa a good fifteen minutes to reach the clubhouse


    entrance, with its imposing step. She was so focused on the ground that she didn''t see the person in


    front of her and identally kicked his leg – the same leg that was clearly injured and propped up by


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    crutches.


    "Ouch!" a pained voice eximed.


    Instantly looking up, Thssa apologized, "Oh my gosh, I''m so sorry. I wasn''t looking—"


    One foot still inside, the other stepping out, she reached out to help the person she had inadvertently


    hurt. Then she recognized him and a look of surprise and delight crossed her face. "Callum, it''s you!"


    she eximed


    As she spoke, her hand steadied his arm. She was guilt-ridden that her inattention might have caused


    him more pain.


    Callum, hearing the familiar voice, focused his gaze and saw Thssa. A relieved smile broke across


    his gentle features, "Thssa, what a coincidence."


    "Totally," she replied, her hand still on his arm. Her eyes dropped to his leg encased in a cast and


    suspended slightly off the ground to avoid contact.


    "Your leg..." Thssa''s breath hitched. Her tone was heavy with regret.


    She remembered clearly the day Lysander had found her and the child and taken them away by


    helicopter. She had heard Callum''s cries of pain as Lysander''s bodyguard had beaten him.


    His leg must have been injured by Lysander''s bodyguard then.


    "I''m so sorry; this is all my fault," Thssa said as shame and apology etched in her voice. If she


    hadn''t asked Callum to help her escape, he wouldn''t be in this condition.


    Callum, seeing the worry furrowing her brow, maintained his gentle and calming demeanor, "It''s alright.


    It''ll heal with time. Don''t me yourself, or everything I''ve done would be for nothing."


    "Don''t worry, I won''t stay with Lysander forever. I''ll find a way to leave him," Thssa assured Callum


    with determination.


    No sooner had she spoken than the air around them seemed to shift, a chill creeping in as if an


    unwee presence had drawn near.