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.

blush spreading across

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 voice

murmured, her gaze

exited the bathroom,

the door was securely locked, she relaxed her tense shoulders and stepped into the

heart skipped a beat. The previous night, under Lysander’s assertive guidance, that very sink had been the site of unrestrained

flooding her mind made her blood run hot, and she quickly averted her gaze, only for her eyes to fall upon the dark

her against the wall,

recollection, alone in the shower with cheeks

was a reminder of the night’s

seemed to echo in her ears, sending shivers down her sensitive

eyes and shook her head, trying to dispel

over her head, drenching her hair, and droplets traced paths down her cheeks, falling to the ground

that filled the

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