Chapter 259

Thalassa was speechless.

Uh oh, this wasn’t quite right

What was he thinking?

What’s wrong? Were you having second thoughts?” Lysander’s voice was icy cold when he noticed her hesitation and reluctance to act Thalassa was startled by his frosty demeanor and she quickly responded, “No, no. My legs are just a bit sore and I can’t stand up right now.”

Saying so, she placed her hand on the ground. Intending to use her arm strength to push herself up

Unfortunately, her hand landed on the shattered remains of a wine glass. Her fingers were instantly cut and started to bleed.

‘Ouch! Thalassa cried out in pain, swiftly withdrawing her hand.

Seeing the blood welling up on her fingers, Lysander grabbed her wrist, hoisting her up from the ground and onto the couch beside him.

He held her bleeding hand, seeing the shards of glass lodged in her flesh. There was blood trickling down the translucent fragments. It looked like a stained glass panel of crimson.

Lysander frowned, reaching for her injured fingers.

Thalassa instinctively recoiled, “Mr. Sinclair, it’s just a minor cut. No biggie.”

not allowing

were commanding, allowing no

froze, not daring to

against her nose, carrying a faint scent

was just like

Thalassa’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

his sharp vision, Lysander gripped the shard of glass

shard was

gasped in pain, her breath quickening. Although she didn’t scream, Lysander noticed the change in

knew she was

grabbed his phone and made a quick call,

less than two minutes, Alaric entered the room with the first

but instead, he found Lysander and

thought that the chaos had

it was such

called him so casually to bring

nothing had happened, what had they been doing in the room for the past three to four

on the coffee table. Seeing Thalassa’s bleeding finger,

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