Chapter 390


    Thssa instinctively tried to rise, but Lysander’s strong hand held her slender waist, pressing her


    down firmly. His grip was just right, firm without causing pain, yet unyielding, preventing her escape.


    Just as Thssa tried to get up, she had to sit back down. She was forced to feel his masculine energy


    and his overwhelming strength.


    Surrounded by his strong aura, Thssa was already nervous. Behind her was his broad chest.


    Beneath her were his fiery thighs, and around her waist, his firm and powerful hand held her still.


    It felt as if a single move would cause him to snap her in half.


    Swallowing hard, Thssa stiffened, afraid to make any unnecessary movements, fearing that any


    slight misstep would ignite a spark.


    She carefully said, “Mr. Sinir, this is an office, a ce of work.”


    As soon as she finished speaking, a warm and stic skin brushed against her cheek. The slight


    stubble caused a prickling sensation, both ticklish and painful.


    Drawing in a sharp breath, Thssa felt her body further stiffened in fear.


    Lysander leaned his face close to hers, his cheek pressed against hers. His domineering and


    masculine scent enveloped her, oppressing every inch of her skin.


    Her heart pounded like boiling water, incessantly thumping.


    “Are you reminding me to treat sleeping with you as work, to not bring emotions into it, hmm?”


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    His low and husky voice resonated in her ear.


    It was sexy and dangerously close to being lethal.


    His hot breath sprayed on her sensitive ear, causing her body to tingle.


    She shrank her neck fearfully and ticklishly.


    His words caused her face to turn red with both embarrassment and shame.


    She exined, “That’s not what I meant. I meant this is an office, anyone could walk in at any time and


    see.”


    She had already experienced his intensity twice at Royal Estates.


    It had left her unable to get out of bed.


    Being his woman was definitely not easy.


    “Without my permission, who would dare to enter?” Lysander’s low and domineering voice echoed in


    the room.


    His face, radiating heat, pressed against her cool cheek, like a fusion of ice and fire, sparking a sizzling


    connection.


    As he spoke, his thin lips brushed her delicate neck, a light peck.


    Even though it was a simple action, Thssa found it hard to breathe, her chest heaving.


    He was too good at teasing her, causing her body to tremble uncontrobly.


    Scared, Thssa knew she could not resist him. “Mr. Sinir, I still have a lot of work to finish.”


    She grasped his hand, trying to pry him off and escape.


    As she panicked, Lysander suddenly pulled away.


    He had only given her a light kiss, barely a taste.


    Though the kiss had ended, the strength in his hand tightened, holding her slender waist even tighter.


    “Don’t move!”


    At hismand, Thssa’s body froze, like a prey caught in the jaws of a predator, a single movement


    away from a bloody end.


    She stayed still, afraid to move.


    The next second, something cold fell on her neck.


    Looking down, she saw a tinum ne, with a cloud-shaped pendant. Around the cloud were


    about ten diamonds, each perfectly sized, encircling the cloud and reflecting the light, as if the sun was


    shining on the cloud.


    It was dazzling, yet the purity of the cloud was still visible. It was beautiful and dreamy.


    Lysander helped her put on the ne.


    Nervously and curiously, Thssa asked, “Mr. Sinir, why are you suddenly giving me a gift?”


    “I’m in a good mood,” Lysander replied in his low and husky voice.