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?

neglect your own health.” he said, his deep eyes coaxing her

bursts of anger. But despite her irritation, he had a

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

once she started, she couldn’t stop. The

choked a bit as

and coughed. As she did, pain tugged at her stomach, and she instinctively cradled her belly.

to call the nurse. His handsome face tensed with barely concealed

against her chest. Her breath hitched, panic rising, fearing Lysander was about to do something else overbearing. Her body

pat her gently and 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 a mix of reprimand and concern

to hug 08 day to gulp

Thalesse was silen

he was right. She couldn’t

was her business, so as choking Why was he more

doctor rushed over upon hearing the sound of the