Chapter 1208

Lysander’s grip was firm and strong, his palm exuding a warmth that signaled power and danger.

Thalassa dared not resist for fear of being torn apart.

When they returned to the room, Thalassa pulled away from his grasp and strode towards the bed. “I’m beat,” she said, feigning tiredness. “I want to sleep. Don’t you need a shower? Go freshen up.”

“Join me,” Lysander’s voice resonated with a low magnetic timbre.

Thalassa whirled around in shock, her eyes wide and frantic. “What… what did you just say?”

“Help me shower,” Lysander replied. “Took a hit to the leg, you know. Can’t risk getting it wet; might get infected. You’re all about tending to my wounds, aren’t you?”

She was at a loss for words. The excuse was bulletproof.

-After all, his leg was hurt while saving her. She couldn’t just abandon him.

a smile. “Fine, I’ll help

head barely reached his shoulder. At a decent

worked on the buttons

gaze. As his shirt fell open, his lean, well-defined muscles began to reveal themselves-the ruggedness of his Adam’s apple, the tautness of his chest-all exuding a raw, masculine

filled the air,

void of wayward thoughts. But as she glimpsed the body beneath his clothes, her

buttons, yet her peripheral vision kept catching glimpses of his

deep interest, his gaze

natural hue of her face turn to excitement, her complexion shifting from pale to flushed. As she undid the last button of his shirt, even her

encounters, she still blushed, still showed shyness.

felt a surge

proved she couldn’t resist

still, letting Thalassa

had been

and

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