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.

the blush spreading

setting Thalassa down by the sink. “Clean up and come

Thalassa murmured, her gaze lowered.

exited the bathroom, the oppressive atmosphere seemed

Once the door was securely locked, she relaxed her tense shoulders

and her heart skipped a beat. The previous night, under Lysander’s assertive

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

pressed her against the wall, his

breath hitched at the recollection, alone in the shower

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

heavy, scorching breath seemed to echo in her ears, sending shivers down her sensitive skin, her

her head, trying to dispel the lingering

traced paths down her cheeks, falling

filled the

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