Chapter 743


    Thssa’s pupils dted in shock; her heart also stopped for a moment.


    What did he mean? Even if she told him she wasn’t the daughter of Bruce, that infamous businessman,


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    he would still not let her go. Why?


    So, she, herself, was the only reason that he wanted to keep her by his side?


    Lysander’s muscr body loomed over her as she was lost in thoughts.


    Thssa panicked; her back pressed against the headboard as she tried to push him away.


    Her hands met his solid chest, which was full of raw strength. His skin was hot. The heat seeped from


    her palms straight into her heart.


    Thssa’s heart trembled. A tingling sensation spread through her entire body.


    Lysander brought his face closer to her profile. She quivered as his hot, masculine breath puffed


    against her delicate earlobe.


    “Just wait and see if I’ve been with other women,” he said as he bit her earlobe as a punishment.


    Thssa’s body recoiled instinctively, a shiver running from her head to toe.


    A satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of Lysander’s mouth while his seductive words were echoing in


    her ears, “You’re inviting me…”


    “I didn’t…” Thssa was about to deny it as she thought better of it. To infuriate him would only bring


    about worse consequences; she might not even get to see her kids.


    It would be better to appease him and to make him happy. She might have it easier this way.


    “I can’t help it. You’ve seen right through me,” Thssa admitted, her voice soft and vulnerable.


    Lysander’s body jolted; his pupils dted.


    What Thssa said made him feel so good.


    Her words implied that her body was honest with him, that she couldn’t deny it.


    Lysander’s kiss started off as domineering but quickly turned frantic.


    In the midst of it all, a cup on the bedside table fell and shattered on the floor.


    When Thssa woke up again, it was already the following afternoon.


    She lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the blinding light. Her arm was sore and aching. Her entire


    body felt like it was falling apart.


    “You’re awake? Get up and have something to eat, a deep, pleasant male voice sounded from beside


    the bed.


    Thssa slowly turned her head to see Lysander, immacte in his tailored ck suit, seated by her


    bedside.


    He looked as refined and distinguished as always; his chiseled face untouched by thest night’s


    intemperance.


    But only she knew how wild he had beenst night when his stamina was unparalleled.


    He didn’t look like one who had just been with another woman. Or how could he still have so much


    energy?


    Thssa tried to sit up, but the pain in her back prevented her from doing so.


    She winced at the pain as she attempted to force herself up.


    A strong arm wrapped around her waist, arge hand gripping her side. His rough palm, calloused and


    dry, held her soft, silk-like waist.


    He gently helped her sit up.


    His touch ignited a spark in Thssa, causing her body to stiffen involuntarily.


    As Lysander noticed her reaction, his eyes darkened and he changed the way he looked at her.


    Thssa met his gaze and quickly said in rm, “Let go of me. I can do it myself.”