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Chapter 441 A Thief In The House As he spoke, he reached into the box he'd brought along and pulled out a brand-new bedside lamp. Then, with deft movements, he disassembled it into its component parts.

The desk lamp wasn't particularly large, but its frame's weight was substantial. Adrian, holding it along with the numerous bags of purchases from the supermarket, had been standing there for quite a while. It was indeed no easy feat.

Lysander had a moment of hesitation, but in the end, she steeled herself and did not help him bedroom door.

open the Adrian was a man of refined manners. He wouldn't enter her bedroom without her permission, even if the door was left slightly ajar. He sought her consent, saying, "I can help you change it. It will be quick." Lysander rose and moved to the bedroom doorway. Looking at Adrian's hand, she said, “You're a doctor, and your hands are invaluable. I can't bear it if they were to get injured.

Adrian was somewhat taken aback. "What about your lamp, then?" "That lamp has been in use for quite stime. I'll just have the property management take it down and then purchase a new one," Lysander suggested, her voice casual yet her gaze unwavering as she looked at him.

Adrian slowly put down the lampstand and began to repack the toolbox he had previously opened. He admitted, somewhat helplessly, "You're right. If it broken, we can just buy a new one." He knew Lysander was intelligent, and sooner or later, she would realize that his so-called errands and lamp repairs were merely excuses to see her. But he didn't expect that moment to cso swiftly.

He had only been back in the country for two days.

With a glimmer of hope, Adrian looked toward Lysander. Her impassive response gave him his answer. A wave of guilt surged within him, prompting him to take the initiative to apologize. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble again tonight." "You don't need to apologize, but... Lysander paused for a moment then added deliberately. "Goodbye, drive safely.

She didn't attempt to retain Adrian. Instead, she subtly showed him the door. Even her reminders were by the book, not giving him a shred of undeserved hope.

Adrian's heart dropped. "All right." White Coat had been patiently waiting for him to take it for a walk. Seeing him about to leave after such a brief stay, it dashed over and bit onto the hem of his trousers, continuously whimpering in protest.

Lysander whispered, "White Coal, let g go." Reluctantly, White Coat heeded her words and began to circle around Adrian again. He was wary of stepping on such a tiny puppy and found himself in a predicament, hesitant to take any steps at all.

Awoo! tool 1/4 Chapter 441 A Thief In The House Adrian had taken care of White Coat for such a long time, so how could he bear to see it in such a distressed state? However, to avoid putting Lysander in a difficult position, he steeled his heart and locked it up in the cage.

He had brought this cage originally, intending to use it when taking his pet to the vet for vaccinations. He hadn't expected it to cin handy so soon.

"All done." Adrian feigned nonchalance as he spoke to Lysander. "I'll be on my way." Lysander bade him farewell. "Goodbye." No matter how upset Adrian was, he still felt a pang of reluctance. As he stepped out the door, he couldn't help but add a reminder. "The weather forecast said there might be a thunderstorm tonight. Make sure you close the windows before you sleep." "Okay." Lysander replied succinctly, not wanting to utter a single unnecessary word.

The door closed with a soft click.

After a full day of hustle and bustle, Lysander was truly exhausted. After taking a hot bath, she quickly changed into her pajamas and retired to her bedroom for a much-needed rest.

She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep when the subtle rustling noises from the living room forced her to lift her heavy eyelids.

Outside the window, the world was still cloaked in an inky darkness, illuminated only by the scattered, dimly lit street lamps. Clearly, it was still the middle of the night.

It seemed like White Coat was causing a fuss again.

The little pup was naturally lively and energetic since birth. Lately, there were signs of it developing a knack for wreaking havoc around the house. On several recent occasions, she had found the rascal gnawing on the legs of the couch.

Lysander was dead tired. If it had to chew, then so be it. After all, owning a dog meant having to sacrifice sfurniture.

She lifted the blanket over her ears, intending to continue sleeping- But the very next moment, something seemed off about the sounds emanating from the living room.

Amidst the soft rustling noises, footsteps could be heard. This was definitely not a sound that a small dog could produce. It was a person! Lysander was jolted awake, all traces of drowsiness gone in an instant. Her first instinct was to reach for the switch by her bed. However, despite a faint click, the room remained shrouded in darkness.

Indeed, the light over here had been broken for a while, and she had just turned down Adrian's offer to fix it earlier that evening.

The timing of this event couldn't have been more perfect.

The bedroom was shrouded in darkness. She reached out to the side of her pillow and suddenly remembered. My phone! She had left it on the coffee table in the living room the previous night and had forgotten to bring it in.

2/4 34% Chapter 441 A Thief In The House Outside, the sound of footsteps had faded away, replaced by the frantic noise of someone rummaging through things.

Gr...

It was White Coat! It seemed to have sensed the presence of a stranger in the house, beginning to emit a low warning sound. But in the next moment, the low hum of the warning signal morphed into a high-pitched, piercing shrick.

It seemed as though it had been kicked and was in pain. The puppy's cries were sharp and shrill, causing a sudden pang in Lysander's heart.

Lysander waited for a few seconds, yet the terrified cries from White Coat escalated, gradually morphing into mournful wails.

Lysander could wait no longer. Barefoot, she stepped onto the cold floor, gently and carefully pulling the bedroom door open just a crack.

Just at that moment, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, briefly illuminating the scene in the living room.

The person who arrived was unmistakably a tall, grown man.

This might have been a burglar breaking into the house!

A pang of dread seeped into Lysander's heart as she bravely reached out for the lampstand to her side. When Adrian left, the only took his toolbox with him, leaving behind the desk lamp he had brought. Moreover, he didn't bother to reassemble the parts he had dismantled from the lamp. The heaviest base was still lying on the ground.

Lysander carefully picked up the base, holding her breath and focusing intensely as she slowly approached. the man with his back toward her.

The man had turned the living room into a complete mess in his search, yet he hadn't found anything of Value. In this growing frustration, he failed to notice the subtle sounds of movement that were mingled with the noise he was making. Lysander lifted the base high up, and then forcefully smashed it down.

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, the man clutched his head and fell to the side.

In the darkness, thin lines of blood trickled down between his fingers.

Despite Lysander's best effort to knock him out, the man merely staggered a few steps, falling against a cabto one side. He was soon struggling to stand up again.

The thunderstorm forecasted in the weather report had arrived, with continuous rumbling sounds. echoing from outside.

The chances of success were too slim, whether it was finding a phone or shouting for help. As for running away...

3/4 34% Chapter 441 A Thief In The House Lysander was well-acquainted with the room's layout. To escape, she would have to pass by the man. Essentially, she was trapped with no way out.

And so, with a firm resolve, she lifted the base once more and brought it crashing down again.

I rather get sued over dying! At this point, it's all or nothing!

Lysander's second attempt failed to land. The man, enduring the pain, rafsed his hand to block it,successfully catching the edge of the base. His strength was far greater than hers, and this single instance led her to a sorrowful realization. In a situation where there was such a significant disparity in strength, she was able to launch a surprise attack initially. However, once the man was on guard, she could no longer gain the upper hand.

Lysander hastily grabbed everything within her reach, hurling them toward the man. She was attempting to buy stime, hoping to make her escape. All the while, she was shouting at the top of her lungs, "Help! Someone save me!" X Send Gifts 398