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?

someone is no reason to neglect your own health.” he said,

But despite her irritation,

that soothed her parched throat,

was so thirsty that once she started, she couldn’t stop. The water disappeared in one long

as she swallowed

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

the button to call the nurse. His

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

drink, not to down it like it’s a race. No one’s competing with you.” he chided softly, his brows knitted in

to hug 08 day to gulp it down? Lynder rele

Thalesse was silen

She couldn’t argue with that

was her business, so as choking Why

the doctor rushed over upon hearing the sound of