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?

own health.” he said, his deep eyes coaxing her to take

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

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

she couldn’t stop. The water disappeared

choked a bit as she swallowed

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

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

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

told you to drink, not to down it like it’s a race. No

you to drink allowly, not to hug 08 day

Thalesse was silen

right. She couldn’t argue with

drinking was her business, so as choking Why was

over upon hearing the sound of the