Chapter 62

The villagers pointed to a narrow country path ahead.

Following that path would lead to the village cemetery.

The path was so narrow that a car couldn't make it through.

David turned back and asked Lysander with a questioning gaze, "Mr. Sinclair, the road's too narrow and all muddy. It might be tricky to get the car through:

Without much thought, Lysander got out of the car.

The feel and scent of Thalassa the night before were so similar to those of that woman five years ago.

He deliberately slid his hand under her clothes, her skin smooth as satin, the soft touch stirring him up and reminding him of that night with that woman,

His blood was boiling, and his throat was tingling.

He kept Thalassa by his side to strengthen his willpower and resist being drawn to her

Even if she were lying naked in front of him, he would stay cool.

But she just touched his hand and then bent down in front of him, her chest view almost exposed, and he nearly lost control.

This was not a good sign.

So Lysander decided to visit Celia's grave that day to see what the woman he had been involved with looked like, to tell Celia and Thalassa apart, and to cool himself down.

Besides, that woman had saved him with her body He hadnt thanked her in person, nor had he visited her grave.

Even if she were no longer alive, he should visit her grave.

Seeing Lysander get out of the car, David hurriedly followed, accompanying him down the country path.

Ahead was an endless green field, vast and open, with occasional birds flying low over the paddy fields.

The air was fresh, and the scenery was green and pleasing to the eye.

The journey, however, was a bit tough.

At this point, the villagers rushed over after hearing the news, gawking at the luxury car and Lysander

Hollowbrook was a relatively poor village, most of the villagers hadn't been to the big city and were quite naive.

The best car they'd seen was Isabella's Audi.

Now seeing a shining Rolls-Royce, they all came to gawk in awe.

"Good lord, this car is so fancy, look at it shine."

I've seen this logo on TV, it's a Rolls-Royce, worth millions a pop." A slightly younger villager exclaimed.

"Millions for a car, oh my, that's rich! Who's this wealthy young man coming to our village in such a fancy car?" The lady who had previously admired Isabella and looked down on Thalassa was so shocked that her eyes were popping out

She was in awe and disbelief

Poverty really limited her imagination. She had no idea what a car worth millions looked like, even in her wildest dreams.

"That man is also so handsome, tall, noble, and good looking. If only he could be my son-in-law." The lady looked at Lysander heading down the path, her hands clenched and her face smitten.

She'd lived her whole life, and this was the first time she'd seen such a handsome man.

She'd never seen such a handsome man on TV

"Don't dream about it. He's here to mourn Celia, he's probably has something to do with the Everharts." The villager, who had just pointed the way to David, mocked the middle-aged lady's fantasies.

Upon hearing this, the lady's face turned dark. Was he looking for Thalassa?

Could he be the father of Thalassa's children?

On closer inspection, the man's eyes and eyebrows did resemble Atticus, Thalassa's eldest son.

How could Thalassa, that poor woman, have such good fortune?

The lady looked discontent and her earlier anticipation was instantly shattered.

Country roads were dusty, and Lysander's normally spotless shoes were soon covered in mud.