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?

reason to neglect your own health.” he said,

But despite her irritation, he had a point. Punishing herself for someone else’s

down on the straw, sucking in the warm water that soothed her

she couldn’t stop. The

as she swallowed too

her stomach, and she instinctively cradled her

button to call the nurse.

coughing, a warm hand suddenly pressed against her chest. Her breath hitched, panic

to 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

told you to drink allowly, not to hug 08 day to gulp

Thalesse was silen

was right. She couldn’t argue with

was her business, so as choking Why

the doctor rushed over upon hearing