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.

buttons

shirt fell open, his lean, well-defined muscles began to reveal themselves-the ruggedness of his

his pheromones filled the air, entangling with

pure intentions, her mind void of wayward thoughts. But as she glimpsed the body beneath his clothes, her

kept catching glimpses of his taut skin and

heart.

from above with a deep interest, his gaze shifting from evaluative to amused.

shifting from pale to flushed. As she undid the last button of his shirt, even her earlobes reddened.

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still blushed, still

Lysander felt

she

still, letting Thalassa proceed

but, remembering how he had been injured in

sophisticated and she struggled

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

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