Chapter 1208

Lysander’s grip was firm and strong, his palm exuding a warmth that signaled power and danger.

Thalassa dared not resist for fear of being torn apart.

When they returned to the room, Thalassa pulled away from his grasp and strode towards the bed. “I’m beat,” she said, feigning tiredness. “I want to sleep. Don’t you need a shower? Go freshen up.”

“Join me,” Lysander’s voice resonated with a low magnetic timbre.

Thalassa whirled around in shock, her eyes wide and frantic. “What… what did you just say?”

“Help me shower,” Lysander replied. “Took a hit to the leg, you know. Can’t risk getting it wet; might get infected. You’re all about tending to my wounds, aren’t you?”

She was at a loss for words. The excuse was bulletproof.

-After all, his leg was hurt while saving her. She couldn’t just abandon him.

Taking a deep breath, Thalassa forced a smile. “Fine, I’ll help you.”

In the bathroom, she began to help him undress. Standing so close, her head barely reached his shoulder. At a decent height of five-foot-five, she was not short by any means, but next to Lysander’s towering frame, she seemed petite.

worked on the buttons of

muscles began to reveal themselves-the

pheromones filled the air, entangling with Thalassa’s

as she glimpsed the body beneath his clothes, her heart

catching glimpses of

heart.

deep interest, his gaze shifting from evaluative

of her face turn to excitement, her complexion shifting from pale to flushed. As she undid

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their many encounters, she still blushed, still showed

demeanor, Lysander felt a surge

she couldn’t resist

Thalassa proceed with the task.

She hesitated but, remembering how he had been

and she struggled to undo it.

fumbled with the buckle until Lysander’s large hand covered her smaller one, his voice deep and

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