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?

no reason to neglect your own health.” he said, his deep eyes coaxing her to take a

brows knitted together, her breaths coming in short bursts of anger. But despite her irritation, he had a point. Punishing herself for someone else’s mistake was foolish.

that soothed her parched throat, quenching the dryness

started, she couldn’t stop. The water disappeared in one

a bit as

she did, pain tugged at her stomach, and she

seeing her action, Lysander quickly pressed the button to call the nurse. His handsome face tensed with barely

the midst of her coughing, a warm hand suddenly pressed against her chest. Her breath hitched, panic rising, fearing Lysander was

you to drink, not to down it like it’s a race. No one’s competing with

allowly, not to hug

Thalesse was silen

was right. She

Why was

over upon hearing the sound of the