Chapter 892

Startled, Thalassa quickly steadied herself and told him, “No need, I can manage.”

She hastily headed towards the bathroom, fearful that if she delayed, Lysander would come to carry her.

She was already utterly exhausted and truly drained.

If Lysander were to carry her to the bathroom, she knew what would ensue.

Not even bothering to dress, she endured the tenderness in her lower back and hurriedly made her way to the bathroom. Once the door was locked behind her, her tense nerves began to ease slightly.

Looking at herself, she couldn’t help but admire her own nerve for being able to walk to the bathroom in front of Lysander without a stitch of clothing on.

Their relationship had an intimacy that mirrored that of a typical married couple, with nothing hidden between them.

But to use the word ‘couple’ to describe her and Lysander was a mockery in itself.

the shower, and stood under the

took her time to take a long shower. When she emerged, the bed was empty; Lysander had already risen.

He would never neglect his work

forsake all kin for the organization’s interests and his business, his aloofness could reach to the

the bed and straightened the messy duvet. As

passion from

night before, Thalassa’s cheeks instantly flushed.

took them to the washing machine, and began a

she returned to the room and picked out a

stairs, she realized that the living room was unusually quiet. She looked around to see

and upon seeing her looking around, approached her and politely said, “Ms. Everhart, Lysander has

was

it’s already half-past three in the afternoon,” Fitch

gaped in surprise; the word ‘shocked’ wasn’t enough to describe her

had been drawn the whole time, making it impossible for her to tell the

assumed it was still morning, but it was already half-past three in

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