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?

drink. Getting mad at someone is no reason to neglect your own health.” he said, his

anger. But despite her irritation, he had a point. Punishing herself for someone

that soothed her parched

so thirsty that once she started, she couldn’t stop. The water

choked a bit as she swallowed too quickly.

released the straw and coughed. As she did, pain tugged at her stomach, and she instinctively cradled her belly. Her face creased with discomfort.

pressed the button to call the nurse. His handsome face tensed with barely

suddenly pressed against her chest. Her breath hitched, panic rising, fearing

rhythmically, helping to 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

allowly, not to hug 08 day

Thalesse was silen

was right. She couldn’t argue

was her business, so as choking Why

hearing