The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1058

Thalassa refused to drink. But Lysander wasn’t budging either; he held out the glass in a silent showdown. She wouldn’t sip; he insisted,

Lysander, gripping the glass a tad tighter, nudged it closer to her lips. When she wouldn’t open her mouth, he deftly popped a straw between her lips and forced her to take it.

“Come on, drink up.” Lysander urged in a deep, velvety voice. “Your lips are not just swollen, they’re cracking. You need to moisturize.”

Thalassa had been stubbornly standing her ground, not wanting to take even a sip of the water he offered. But he had the gall to just go ahead and put the straw in her mouth.

Was she not even in charge of her own drinking now?

Her eyes, pools of defiance, glared at Lysander, locking with his deep-set gaze. Those eyes held an authority that seemed to brook no argument.

And was there concern?

Was she imagining it?

your own health.” he

brows knitted together, her breaths coming in short bursts of anger. But despite her irritation, he had a point. Punishing

the straw, sucking in the warm water that soothed her parched throat, quenching the dryness with much-needed

was so thirsty that once she started, she couldn’t stop. The water disappeared in one long gulp..

as she swallowed too

did, pain tugged at her stomach, and she

Lysander quickly pressed the button to call

Her breath hitched, panic rising, fearing Lysander was about to do something else

steady her breathing. “I told you to drink, not to down it like it’s a race. No one’s competing with you.” he chided softly, his brows knitted in

to drink allowly, not to hug 08 day to gulp it

Thalesse was silen

he was right. She couldn’t argue with that

business, so as choking Why was he more

hearing the sound of the bell