Chapter 691


    Seeing him surrounded by that grumpy aura of morning fog, Thssa remained frozen in bed, not


    daring to move.


    Maybe he lost sleep because she woke him up with noise?


    Just as Thssa was feeling uneasy, Lysander got out of bed, grabbed some clothes from the


    wardrobe, and began to change right in front of her.


    He stripped off his pajamas, révealing a toned, lean chest and eight-pack abs; his chiseled muscles


    were full of strength, embodying all the wildness and danger of a man.


    Thssa was caught off guard by the sight of his body. Her heart skipped a beat; she hastily averted


    her eyes and held her breath.


    Why was he changing clothes right in front of her?


    “You’re to stay in bed today. The housekeeper will bring you breakfast,” Lysander said in a maic


    tone as he buttoned up his shirt with a calm demeanor.


    “Stay in bed?” Thssa questioned as she sat up quickly. She identally moved her ankle, thus


    wincing in pain..


    She looked down at her foot in pain; it was already wrapped up like a mummy.


    Only then did she remember the events of yesterday at Phoenix Mountain.


    She had sprained her foot and couldn’t walk properly.


    She looked back at Lysander; he was watching her with deep, seemingly displeased and reproachful


    eyes.


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    Thssa felt guilty and said in a weak tone, “I forgot that my foot was still injured for a second. Did you


    get a doctor to treat it?”


    “What do you think?” Lysander gave her a cold nce, putting on his suit and tying his tie.


    The way he tied his tie was leisurely, dignified, and deft.


    Only then did Thssa realize that the man in suits actually tied his own tie every day


    “Thank you. If it weren’t for you yesterday, I might have been torn apart by wild monkeys without


    anyone knowing,” Thssa sincerely thanked him.


    If no one hade and saved her from that helpless den, she would really have been in grave danger.


    As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Lysander’s oppressive, eagle-like gaze fixated on her.


    Seeing this made Thssa feel uneasy. Had she said something wrong?


    Did that “thank you” upset him?


    Lysander was always unpredictable and left her puzzled.


    She simply couldn’t understand what made him angry or pleased.


    “Um, I want to get up and freshen up. Do you have a crutch?” Thssa quickly changed the subject.


    Without a word, Lysander strode over and offered her his hand.


    Thssa stared at his hand in surprise. Feeling uncertain, she reached out to take it. He hoisted her up


    with ease.


    With Lysander’s arm for support, Thssa managed to hobble to the master bathroom. Only after she


    was securely, positioned by the sink did he let go


    of her. Instead of leaving the bathroom, he took out a toothbrush and toothpaste and began to squeeze


    the toothpaste.


    “I can do it myself.” Thssa started.


    Lysander’s cool gaze shot over before she could finish. Thssa shrank back.


    Next, he handed her the toothbrush with the toothpaste already applied, took another one for himself,


    and started brushing his teeth.


    Thssa felt slightly awkward.


    The first toothbrush he took out and applied toothpaste to was supposed to be for him, right?


    But she had mistaken it for hers and said she could do it herself.


    He probably just went along with it and gave her the prepared toothbrush. Then he just took another


    one for himself.


    But why was the first toothbrush he took out pink?


    Lost in thought, Thssa barely noticed that Lysander was almost done brushing his teeth.


    Snapping back to reality, Thssa started to brush her own teeth.


    “Mommy, Daddy, get up! The sun’s gonna burn your bums,” a sweet child’s voice called from outside


    the door, breaking the morning silence.