Chapter 398

Five years ago, after that incident occurred.

Leopold had confided in Lysander, telling him about his romantic endeavors and how he had accidentally betrayed the woman he loved, and she never forgave him.

Lysander had always encouraged him, pushing him to keep trying, assuring him that if that woman still loved him, she would one day be moved by his sincerity and forgive him.

The problem was that Leopold had never told Lysander the name of the woman he loved.

And Lysander never knew who this woman was He assumed it wasn’t Thalassa, it was someone else, and that was why he was encouraging him, right?

What if he had known from the start that the woman Leopold loved was Thalassa?

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The same Thalassa who had given her body to Lysander five years ago.

Would Lysander have still encouraged him?

Certainly not!

How could Lysander give up a woman he had been with?

Leopold’s question left Thalassa feeling embarrassed, helpless, and painful.

She never wanted Leopold to know about what happened five years ago.

But things didn’t go as planned, the truth was brutally revealed time and time again.

She didn’t want to face it, but she had to confront it.

And right in front of Leopold, she had to admit her relationship with Lysander.

Humiliated and embarrassed, she could do nothing Thalassa’s heart tightened, and her hands gripping the bedsheet were sweaty Lysander’s lips curled into a smirk, a cold laugh escaping him, his cold gaze fell onto Leopold. “She’s my woman. It’s been decided since that day five years ago. You and her are not meant to be, do you understand?”

Leopold was defeated, crushed, and in unbearable pain It felt as if all his strength had been drained.

He nodded weakly. I understand His eyes were bloodshot, his body was desolate, and he stumbled out of the room.

Thalassa could hear the trembling sob in his final words.

Her heart shattered, and she couldn’t help but watch Leopold leave.

Suddenly, her chin was seized, the force making her wince in pain.

She winced, and the next second, her face was turned by the man, raised to face him. “You feel sorry for him, hmm?”

Thalassa was startled, quickly saying, “No.”

“Answer his question, do you care about him?” Lysander’s icy gaze locked onto her eyes, his intense stare not missing the slightest change in her eyes.

The overwhelming intimidation surrounded her, the bone-chilling cold made Thalassa’s heart race, filling her with fear.

She knew that if she didn’t give him a satisfying answer, she would be in trouble.

A wise man knew when to retreat.

Despite the pain in her jaw, Thalassa said, “I don’t care. Whatever happens to him has nothing to do with me.”

Leopold, eavesdropping from the doorway, heard her answer.

His heart, riddled with wounds, fell like a wilting petal, aching, melancholic, suffocating.

His last shred of hope suddenly fell.

Only then did he leave, dejected.

Lysander, with his sharp hearing, caught the sounds outside, a cold smirk played on his face.

“Remember what you said!”

He let go of her chin, standing up, his tall and imposing figure enveloped her like a mountain.

“Get up, come with me!”

Thalassa had no choice but to obey.

She had a minor concussion, her injuries weren’t severe, and she didn’t need an IV. Staying in the hospital was just for observation.