Chapter 1269

Thalassa couldn’t help but feel a twinge of fear at Lysander’s icy gaze, which pierced through her like a blade of winter. She quickly averted her eyes and scurried towards the kitchen where a glass of untouched water sat next to the kettle.

“I’ll get you something to drink,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Thalassa reached for the glass, intending to hand it directly to Lysander, but hesitated. Her hand paused in mid-air before she opted for an empty glass instead, filling it with fresh water from the tap.

The abandoned glass had been filled for Callum just moments before Lysander’s arrival. Given Lysander’s disdain for anything remotely associated with Callum, even sitting on the same sheets, she dared not offer him a glass intended for another man. It wasn’t worth risking his wrath on the off chance he would find out.

She approached Lysander with the new glass of water, offering it to him with a tentative smile. “Here, have some water.”

her. “What about you? Aren’t you thirsty?” he asked, his

she replied. “Your saliva, remember?” She trailed

needle him, was softened by her warm, impish grin that sparkled like the morning sun-a comforting, penetrating light that

room.

unspoken passing through him. With a deft movement, he lifted

one knew it better than she did. The fear returned, and she quickly stepped back to avoid his touch. “No, I’m not thirsty. You drink,” she insisted, pushing the glass

a better mood. Lysander was a real tiger, a dangerous man who

without a word, his long, masculine neck working with each swallow. Thalassa watched, transfixed by the sight, feeling a surge of something primal and

expectant stare snapping her back to reality. She quickly placed the glass back on the counter, the silence between them

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