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?

Getting mad at someone is no reason to neglect your own

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

in the warm water that soothed

that once she started, she couldn’t stop. The water disappeared in one

a bit as she swallowed too quickly.

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

her action, Lysander quickly pressed the button to call

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

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

told you to drink allowly, not to hug 08 day to gulp it down? Lynder rele

Thalesse was silen

right. She couldn’t argue with

her business, so as choking Why was he more andous than

the doctor rushed over upon hearing the sound of the