Chapter 1268

Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat under Lysander’s piercing gaze, and she found herself instinctively stepping back.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Lysander’s towering frame advanced towards her, his chilling presence closing in. Thalassa retreated again, but her steps were no match for his rapid approach. He reached her, his hand snaking around her waist, pulling her forcefully against the hard plane of his abdomen. His cold eyes bore into hers. “Clean? Why is it clean?”

Blinking, Thalassa was momentarily confused by his question. “The sheets are fresh, no one’s slept in them. Aren’t they clean?”

“Touched by someone with purposes, can they still be clean?” His index finger tipped her chin up,

his frosty gaze locking with hers.

A shiver ran down Thalassa’s spine as she suddenly understood his insinuation. He was disgusted that Callum had been sitting on the bed.

But that bed was for her mother to sleep in, what did it have to do with him?

we just happened to meet…”

a fierce

her lips with such intensity that it seemed he wanted

both

starved of oxygen. She was

as she instinctively inhaled deeply, she was filled with Lysander’s robust masculine scent and the overpowering sweetness

rushed, and she choked on her own saliva. A cough wracked her throat, but the

from discomfort, Lysander released her lips, his handsome face coming close to her ear, his warm breath tickling her cheek as he spoke in a low, magnetic voice, “This is what

rapidly. Hearing his words,

Lysander’s kiss, the choking sensation-it was

want to drown in the lake?” Lysander straightened up, his

her

jest, but he had taken them seriously, punishing her with a simulation of

too domineering and

his kisses and the panic-stricken glimmer in her eyes, Lysander’s

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