Chapter 1515


    Thssa kept soothing herself that it was time to move on.


    Staring into the mirror, she took in her pale reflection and her wretched face streaked with tears as a


    self-deprecating smile twisted her lips.


    "Thssa, it''s been three years. Why are you still such a wreck? Why can''t you live freely for


    yourself just like everyone else?" She said to herself.


    Yeah, living freely, not caring about anyone who didn’t matter.


    From now on, the only people who matter in her life would be her four kids and her aunt.


    With some effort, Thssa managed to adjust her emotions, wiping her face dry with a tissue


    before turning to leave the bathroom.


    As she stepped out, she identally bumped into a wheelchair, losing her bnce and instinctively


    lunging forward.


    "Ah!" she eximed, trying to steady herself, only to lock eyes with Lysander''s distinct,


    breathtakingly handsome face.


    Her breath hitched, and she struggled to keep from falling forward.


    But panic only made things worse.


    Unable to regain her bnce, she fell into the wheelchair and right into Lysander''s arms. Her chest


    happened to crash right against his solid chest, her face against his, their noses bumping. Before


    she could even flinch from the pain, her lips unintentionally found his.


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    The sequence of events was both swift and unexpected.


    Thssa felt that the cool sensation on her lips and the robust breath of the man were striking her


    face with that familiar, intoxicating masculine scent that enveloped her, making her heart race so


    fiercely.


    Her eyes widened as she was staring at Lysander''s face, so close and striking.


    Realizing she was in his arms and her lips still pressed against his, she scrambled to get up,


    pushing against the wheelchair armrest in panic, "I''m so sorry, I didn''t mean to bump into..."


    As she tried to stand up in a frantic manner, a strong hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her down.


    Thssa, who had managed to brace herself, fell into Lysander''s embrace again. Her heart


    suddenly raced and she was in such a frenzy.


    Lysander''s chiseled face was inches from hers so she could see each of his pores. His stic and


    manly skin made her heart flutter uncontrobly.


    "Thinking you can just kiss and run? Life''s not that easy, is it?" Lysander''s voice, low and chilly,


    echoed in Thssa''s ear.


    His hot breath on her sensitive ear made her shiver as she quickly exined, "No, I really didn''t see


    the way forward. I didn''t know there was someone there."


    "Are you saying I''m so short you couldn''t see me?" Lysander''s deep tone carried a hint of irritation.


    Thssa''s heart skipped a beat. Realizing the huge misunderstanding, she exined hastily, "No, I


    was upset so I failed to the way forward..."


    Despite he’s bound to a wheelchair with his injured legs, she would never look down on him.


    How could she possibly look down or mock him for being in a wheelchair?


    Worried he might think she disrespected him, Thssa earnestly rified.


    "Upset? Weren''t you happy with Callum? You''re the type to cut off anything that upsets you. How


    could you be upset?" Lysander''s grip on Thssa''s wrist tightened as he forced her to meet his


    gaze.


    Their eyes locked, and he could see every emotion reflected in hers. Her eyes, clear and wide with


    panic and tension, were filled with the fear of intimacy with him.


    What was she afraid of? Making Callum jealous?


    "Callum is just a client interested in buying designs. We''re not together," Thssa rified.