Chapter 130
Thalassa was like a wounded kitten. Her face was buried in his chest, tears streaming down ceaselessly. Her tears soaked
Lysander’s shirt, hot, like boiling water, scorching his heart.
Lysander’s hand clenched her arm tightly, and finally, he embraced her, letting her cry her heart out.
Time trickled away.
After crying for a while, Thalassa’s emotions gradually calmed down, and her strength gradually recovered. Realizing she was in
Lysander’s arms, she immediately straightened up and left his embrace. Her eyes were red as she said, “Sorry, I got your shirt
wet, I’lI wash it for you.”
Her voice was hoarse from crying.
Lysander’s heart ached. Despite everything, she was still worried about dirtying his shirt. How low did she think of herself?
Lysander untied the rope on her hands, and asked, “What happened?”
He had thought she came willingly with John. It was a private matter of an employee, and he should have ignored it because he
was not one to meddle in other people’s affairs. But he thought of the fragrance on Thalassa, and how her skin felt so similar to
the woman who saved him five years ago. That sweetness, such softness, would be enjoyed by other men!
He was filled with unease and irritation.
He turned the car around halfway and headed for the hotel. And found that things were not as he thought Thalassa did not come
willingly. She was kidnapped.
She was a hair’s breadth away from irreparable damage.
Hearing his question, and thinking about what just happened, Thalassa was filled with fear and dread, tears involuntarily
streaming down.
Choking back sobs, she said, “I was going to take a cab home, but I didn’t expect the driver to be John. I realized something was
wrong on the way, and asked him to stop, but he didn’t, and drove straight to this parking lot, tied me up, said I was the reason
he and his wife divorced, and wanted to get back at me...”
By this point, Thalassa couldn’t go on, tears flooded, her throat was hoarse, and her heart was filled with fear. Such fear, she felt
suffocated just recounting it.
Lysander’s eyes were dark as he dialed a number, ‘There’s a kidnapper here. Come take him away, I’ll talk to your chief, and
charge him with the heaviest crime.”
Soon, the police came and took John away.
Lysander drove Thalassa home.
Thalassa sat in the passenger seat, draped in his suit. The suit carried a faint scent of sandalwood and his body heat. It gave her
an unprecedented sense of security.
Thalassa looked ahead with reddened eyes, saying nothing, while Lysander focused on driving. The atmosphere in the car was
subtle and quiet.
Before long, they arrived at where Thalassa lived.
Lysander dropped her off at the stairs. Thalassa got out of the car, turned around, and said, “Mr. Sinclair, thank you...”
Lysander thought of her biting him earlier, his gaze deep as he stared at her, his memorizing voice resonated. “Where were you,
what were you doing, five years ago?”
“Five years ago?” Thalassa was taken aback. Why was Mr. Sinclair suddenly asking her about her life from five years ago?
She thought for a moment, and said, ‘I was studying at Starhaven University.”
Five years ago, she was indeed studying at Starhaven University. If it weren’t for that unexpected event, she might have been a
designer by now.
“You went to university, so why are you working as a cleaner? Lysander asked.
Cleaning work didn’t require special qualifications. College graduates should at least be working a white-collar job, right?