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.

a sideways glance at her, noting the blush spreading across her previously pale cheeks, tempting as a ripe

bathroom, setting Thalassa down

it,” Thalassa murmured, her gaze lowered.

the bathroom, the oppressive atmosphere seemed

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

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

her gaze, only for

the wall, his hands lifting her, carrying

at the recollection, alone in the shower with cheeks as red as

was a reminder of

in her ears, sending shivers down her sensitive skin, her heart squeezing tight.

shook her head, trying to dispel

drenching her hair, and droplets traced paths down

that filled the

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