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?”

leg, after all, was still recovering from that hasty

his hand circling her waist to pull her closer, adjusting

he enveloped Thalassa, creating the image of her nestled safely in

was an adult, next to Lysander, her petite form seemed childlike in his

her face turned a deeper shade of red and her breathing grew labored. But Lysander’s words left her

the potential danger, warning her that any

embarrassment and discomfort, she remained still, enduring the closeness.

His deep eyes shifted to Elowen, who was holding up the phone, “Go ahead and take the

beaming like a blooming flower, lifted the phone, stepped back, and the

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around, peering at the screen

large, luminous eyes shifting from the phone to Thalassa,

the picture. She forced a smile, feeling Lysander’s warmth

of Lysander turning into a

children’s innocence.

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