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

ahead and strode into the bathroom, setting Thalassa down by the

Thalassa murmured, her gaze

frame exited the bathroom, the oppressive atmosphere

turn back. Once the door was securely locked, she relaxed

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

gaze, only for her eyes to fall upon the dark

too, Lysander had pressed her against the wall, his hands lifting her, carrying her

breath hitched at the recollection, alone in the shower with cheeks

was a reminder of the night’s fervor. Every object she saw brought back vivid scenes

breath seemed to echo in her ears, sending shivers

shook her head, trying to dispel the

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

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