Chapter 942

Lysander, though fully clothed, exuded a potent masculine presence that filled the room. Thalassa, on the other hand, was still bare, save for the sheet clutched around her.

Her arms looped around Lysander’s neck, inadvertently causing the sheet to slip.

Caught off guard by his sudden embrace, Thalassa’s heart raced as she fumbled with the falling sheet, trying to cover herself. But it was a futile gesture; Lysander had already seen everything.

His deep gaze, smoky and intense, lingered on her slightly cherubic face.

Remembering her tender vulnerability the night before, a warmth spread through Lysander’s lower abdomen.

His voice, low and gravelly, broke the silence, “Why bother covering up? It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.”

Thalassa’s face flushed a deep crimson at his words. True as they might be, hearing him say them out loud sent a wave of embarrassment through her.

Lysander cast a sideways glance at her, noting the blush spreading across her previously pale cheeks, tempting as a ripe peach.

reaction, he focused ahead and strode into the bathroom, setting Thalassa down by the sink. “Clean up and come out,” he said, his voice a command.

it,” Thalassa murmured, her gaze

tall frame exited the bathroom, the oppressive atmosphere

Once the door was securely locked, she relaxed her tense shoulders and stepped into the shower, letting the hot

caught sight of the sink, and her heart skipped a beat. The previous night, under Lysander’s assertive guidance, that very sink

hot, and she quickly averted her gaze, only for her eyes

the wall, his hands

alone in the

pervasive influence, but every corner was a reminder of the night’s

seemed to echo in her ears, sending shivers down her sensitive

eyes and shook her head, trying to dispel the lingering images.

and droplets traced paths down her cheeks,

filled the

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