Chapter 1913


    She never thought she visited him out of pity or sympathy for his misfortunes.


    Thssa could feel the anger radiating off Lysander, but unlike the chilling fury from three years ago that would make one''s blood run cold, this was more like a normal man''s frustration mixed with a touch of grievance and reproach.


    It was a genuine reproach directed at Thssa''s intentions, without any other emotions involved.


    Staring at his handsome face, just inches away, Thssa nervously exined, "Hehe, I dide, didn''t I? And you''re still the father of my children, aren''t you?"


    That was a close call. If she hadn''t gone that time, her kids might have ended up with a stepmom by now.


    Seeing her own kids wouldn''t be that easy for her, their mother.


    Mentioning the kids, some of the sharpness in Lysander''s aura dissipated, and he loosened the grip on her chin, "At least you have some conscience. Saturday ising up; are you ready?"


    "Mhm, I''ve been preparing all of Elowen''s favorite foods, and I''ve bought clothes and toys that I think the kids will love." Thssa''s eyes sparkled at the thought of seeing her children on Saturday.


    "Mm," Lysander grunted, his gaze deep and focused ahead.


    Upon returning to Royal Estates, Lysander headed to his study and called David, "I need you to dig into the bombing of Thssa''s family home three years ago. Don''t miss a single detail."


    ric slept through the night, his head heavy and his nose congested.


    In those few hours, he had numerous nightmares, all of them terrifying, fighting to break free.


    The biggest nightmare was Georgia.


    In his dreams, Georgia was a demon, relentlessly haunting him. No matter how he tried to escape, he couldn''t shake off Georgia''s grasp.


    Georgia''s ws tore through him, leaving him barely alive, yet still unwilling to let him go.


    Struggling to crawl away from Georgia''s clutches, he reached out to Hertha for help.


    Just as Hertha was about to run


    him,


    released him


    gia released him a viciously pounced t


    en.


    "Hertha!" ric cried out in his


    dream, his body jerking awake toet


    find not the demonic visage of Georgia but the white ceiling of his room, bathed in aforting light.


    ric sighed, relieved it was just a nightmare.


    Sitting up, he realized his whole body was drenched in sweat.


    Sticky and ufortable, he decided to take a shower.


    Leaving his room, he saw a figure curled up on the living room sofa.


    It was Hertha, asleep in an uneasy ball, hugging herself.


    ric sighed, thinking how she intended to take care of him but couldn''t even manage herself.


    He grabbed a nket and gently covered Hertha with it.


    She could easily catch a cold, sleeping uncovered like that.


    After making sure Hertha was covered, ric went to the bathroom for a shower.Têxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    Deep in sleep, Hertha turned, and


    Sng slipped off her. It met


    moment for her groggy mind


    realize she was in ric''s house.


    She got up, intending to find ric.


    Just then, the bathroom door opened.


    ric stepped out, his body damp, shirtless, his lean muscles on full disy.


    Hertha''s gaze collided with his, and her blood raced, "ric!"