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?

your own health.” he said, his deep eyes

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

water that soothed her parched throat,

once she started, she couldn’t stop.

a bit as she

released the straw and coughed. As she did, pain tugged at her stomach, and she instinctively cradled her belly. Her face

to call the nurse.

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

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

drink allowly, not to hug

Thalesse was silen

he was right. She couldn’t argue

was her business, so as choking Why was he more

hearing the