Chapter 1297

Thalassa gripped Ethan’s hand, urgency etched across her face as she attempted to rush him out of the ward to tend to the burn on his back.

Just as they reached the threshold, a formidable presence loomed over them.

She nearly collided with the figure stepping through the door. Halting abruptly, Thalassa lifted her gaze and met the piercing eyes of Zephyr.

Dressed in a button-up with short sleeves, his attire was traditional with a serious edge. Despite his years, an aura of authority seemed to radiate from him.

His eyes were sharp as a hawk’s, giving Thalassa a cursory glance before settling on her hand intertwined with Ethan’s.

His gaze darkened and turned icy.

Feeling her heart sink under that intense stare, Thalassa hadn’t even processed her discomfort when another man showed up. Tall and foreboding, he wore a crisp black shirt, exuding an air of nobility and depth.

It was Lysander!

sight of him immediately made Thalassa’s tense. She realized she was still holding Ethan’s hand and quickly let go as if it

to the wall, unable to

the first to speak up, “Susan’s family just had an accident with some boiled water that spilled on

was indecipherable to them, but Lysander’s icy, oppressive gaze was not lost

for any woman other than Thalassa. His possessiveness over

him to wish he could gouge out the offender’s eyes, let alone someone touching her hand.

Ethan a cursory glance and, continued into the room without a

quickly stepped aside to

with you coming to visit,”

like Bruce, who had ruined countless women and

rage, ready to unleash a torrent of curses on

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