Chapter 942

Lysander, though fully clothed, exuded a potent masculine presence that filled the room. Thalassa, on the other hand, was still bare, save for the sheet clutched around her.

Her arms looped around Lysander’s neck, inadvertently causing the sheet to slip.

Caught off guard by his sudden embrace, Thalassa’s heart raced as she fumbled with the falling sheet, trying to cover herself. But it was a futile gesture; Lysander had already seen everything.

His deep gaze, smoky and intense, lingered on her slightly cherubic face.

Remembering her tender vulnerability the night before, a warmth spread through Lysander’s lower abdomen.

His voice, low and gravelly, broke the silence, “Why bother covering up? It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.”

Thalassa’s face flushed a deep crimson at his words. True as they might be, hearing him say them out loud sent a wave of embarrassment through her.

spreading across her previously pale cheeks, tempting as a

a bodily reaction, he focused ahead and strode into the bathroom, setting Thalassa down by the sink. “Clean up and come out,” he said, his

murmured,

the bathroom, the oppressive atmosphere

bathroom door, fearing he might turn back. Once the door was securely locked, she relaxed her tense shoulders and stepped into the shower,

skipped a beat. The previous night, under Lysander’s assertive guidance, that

flooding her mind made her blood run hot, and she quickly averted her gaze, only for

her against the wall, his hands lifting her, carrying her weight.

the shower with cheeks as red

thought the bathroom would shield her from Lysander’s pervasive influence, but every corner was a reminder

to echo in her ears, sending shivers down her sensitive skin, her heart squeezing

shook her head, trying to dispel the

and droplets traced paths down her cheeks, falling

filled

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