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.

noting the blush spreading across her previously

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

murmured, her

exited the bathroom, the oppressive

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

The previous night, under Lysander’s assertive guidance,

gaze, only for her eyes to fall upon

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

recollection, alone in the shower with

Lysander’s pervasive influence, but every corner was a reminder of the night’s fervor. Every

to echo in her ears, sending shivers down her sensitive

closed her eyes and shook her head, trying

head, drenching her hair, and droplets traced paths down her

that filled

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