Chapter 64
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Dand followed behind, looking like he might keel over any minute and take a tumble into the nearby
field. The field was full of rice paddies, all filed with water if he slipped, he’d be a mess of mud, and it
wouldn’t be a pretty sight
David’s shaky gat was because the man in front of him was a veteran Lysander had been trained in
balance, while David was just a regular office drone
Naturally his balance wasn’t as good as Lysander’s.
Soon, he was left behind by Lysander
Lysander headed towards the cemetery, while David was still struggling on the narrow path
Over here, after paying their respects. Evelyn and Astrid took the four kids to pick reeds in the dried up
pond, keeping the kids entertained
The reeds were tall, completely hiding them once they went in.
At the graves, only Thalassa and Isabella were left.
Thalassa was tidying up the place
Isabella couldn’t be bothered to lift a finger, she just sat on a cushion off to the side, catching some Zs
Lysander walked over, his gaze falling on Thalassa first. His eyes were slightly cold, questioning.
Thalassa, what are you doing here?”
His voice was deep and pleasant, sounding unreal in the openness of the outdoors.
Thalassa thought she misheard. She was bent over cleaning, and when she looked up, her eyes met
the unwrinkled legs of his trousers. She followed the
line up
She looked up to see a man, dressed to the nines with an air of elegance, standing in front of her His
features were sharp, his eyes deep, his lashes long. and his lips sensual.
In this rustic setting, his handsomeness and elegance were like a god walking among mortals
Thalassa’s heart raced when she first saw him, stunned by his good looks.
The next moment, she hastily stood up, her eyes wide in surprise, stuttering, “Mr Sinclair, what are you
doing here?”
Shouldnt he be at Starhaven, in the top office of the Sinclair Group?
How did he end up in this backwater place?
Lysander approached her, answering, “Paying homage.”
“Mr. Sinclair, you’re here! Isabella woke up with a start at the sound of his voice. Upon seeing
Lysander, her heart fluttered. She quickly got up and walked over to him with flattery.
How could we trouble you to come all the way out here?” She quickly brought over the cushion she had
been napping on and placed it under Lysanders feet so he wouldn’t dirty his shoes
Seeing Isabella’s ingratiating smile, Thalassa rolled her eyes inwardly.
Isabella’s flattery was showing
Lysander glanced at the cushion at his feet, his brow furrowed, clearly displeased.
He didn’t stand on the cushion but walked around it to the grassy area nearby
There were several graves here all lined up, with a monument in front of each one
Behind the graves were willow trees, their branches hanging low partially shading the graves like
umbrellas.
Lysanders eyes swept over them, landing on the name Celia on one of the monuments
The monument looked very cl like someone had just tidied it up, and there were some offerings in front
of it.
He had assumed there would be a picture of Celia on the monument, but to his surprise, there was only
a name.
He looked at the other monuments, they were all the same
It seemed that in Hollowbrook tradition, pictures of the deceased were not placed on the monuments.
Isabella noticed that Lysander didn’t step on the cushion she had laid out, but she didn’t feel awkward.
She smiled and said, “Mr Sinclair, this is my cousin Cela’s grave You can pay your respects to her”
Thalassa was curious about the connection between Lysander and Celia. Why had he come to mourn
her?
She stepped forward to ask, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m very grateful that you’ve come to mourn my cousin, but I
want to know why you’ve come to mourn her. Did you know her?”