Chapter 1206

The scorching breath tickled the edges of Thalissa’s ear, carrying an invasive scent of peril.

Her body tensed, frozen in place, her pupils dilated, eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Lysander’s words were eerily familiar. Weren’t they the same ones she’d uttered to him not too long ago?

Back then, when little Elowen had offered Lysander some homemade cookies, Thalassa, worried that he’d refuse and hurt the child’s feelings, had advised him, “Don’t reject the kindness of a child; it might break their heart.”

Now, Lysander had turned her words back on her. How could she possibly refuse?

But sitting on his lap, this way-when a child does it, it’s the sweetness of a father-daughter bond.

And her? Sitting on Lysander’s lap, it could only seem awkward, the sort of thing to set. tongues wagging and minds wandering.

Thalassa squirmed uncomfortably, her body rigid, her cheeks burning, she reminded him, “Your leg is still injured. Shouldn’t you be more careful?”

after all, was still recovering from that hasty burn.

deep, resonant voice, his hand circling her waist to

as he would with Elowen, cradling her small frame, he enveloped Thalassa, creating the image of her nestled

to Lysander, her petite

of red and her breathing grew labored. But Lysander’s words left her unable to struggle or protest,

a constant reminder of the potential danger, warning her that any reckless

and discomfort,

who was holding up the phone, “Go ahead and take the picture.”

like a blooming flower, lifted the phone, stepped

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the screen with sparkling curiosity.

Elowen said earnestly, her large, luminous eyes

a smile, feeling Lysander’s warmth at her back and the innocent, charming faces

fear of Lysander turning into a wolf

children’s innocence.

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