Chapter 1362


    Lysander''s grip tightened around Thssa’s hand, unyielding, not allowing her to pull away. His handsome features were set ina


    determined, almost domineering expression, his eyes locking onto hers.


    In the depths of his gaze, like the dark waters of a secludedke,y a month''s worth of longing for her.


    "It''s been a month, Thssa. Hasn''t your heart eased even a bit?" Lysander''s voice, low and maic, inquired.


    During this past month, he''d been abroad not just for work but to give Thssa time—time to find sce, to heal from the loss of


    her mother.


    He knew that once her mood lightened, discussions of marriage would flow much more smoothly.


    Thssa couldn''t pry her hand from his grasp; his palm was like a vice, holding her fiercely. If she struggled too much, she''d only


    hurt herself.


    Just like every time before, his overbearing confinement left her more wounded the harder she fought.


    He was the same as ever, imperious, never considering her feelings.


    Thssa''s breaths were uneven, and she gave up resisting, her eyes cold as she met Lysander''s stare. "Your parents have


    been dead for so many years. Have you foundfort yet?"


    Her gaze was unwavering, steadfast with a glint of hatred, fearless, and tinged with stubborn anger.


    It shook Lysander to his core, his heart feeling as if hammered by a massive force.


    The strength in his fingers eased.


    Sensing the loosening grip, Thssa quickly withdrew her hand and turned, heading inside the house.


    Lysander stood frozen, watching her retreating figure disappear into the house, his brows slightly furrowed, his dark eyes tinged


    with sorrow.


    Thssa still med him for urging Evelyn to go to the police and testify against Bruce for fraud, which in turn provoked Bruce,


    leading to Evelyn''s demise.


    He understood her pain all too well; when his parents passed, he was shrouded in darkness for over two decades, never quite


    emerging from the shadows.


    Thssa and her mother had only each other, their bond far deeper than what he had with his parents.


    Her mother''s death would undoubtedly cause her immense suffering.


    Lysander flexed the hand that had held Thssa''s wrist, the coolness of her skin seemingly lingering in his palm.


    It was like the chill of morning dew, seeping into the soul, chilling the heart.


    So this was how it felt when Thssa harbored hatred for him—an unavoidable, heart-wrenching coldness.


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