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,

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

bit down on the straw, sucking in the warm water that soothed her parched throat, quenching the dryness with much-needed hydration.

couldn’t stop. The water disappeared in

a bit as she swallowed too

pain tugged at her stomach, and she instinctively cradled her belly. Her face

to call the nurse. His handsome face tensed with

hitched, panic rising, fearing Lysander was about to do something else overbearing. Her body tensed in

hand began 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

to hug 08 day to gulp it down? Lynder rele

Thalesse was silen

was right. She couldn’t

drinking was her business, so as choking Why

rushed over upon hearing the sound