Chapter 942


    Lysander, though fully clothed, exuded a potent masculine presence that filled the room. Thssa, on


    the other hand, was still bare, save for the sheet clutched around her.


    Her arms looped around Lysander''s neck, inadvertently causing the sheet to slip.


    Caught off guard by his sudden embrace, Thssa''s heart raced as she fumbled with the falling sheet,


    trying to cover herself.


    But it was a futile gesture; Lysander had already seen everything.


    His deep gaze, smoky and intense, lingered on her slightly cherubic face.


    Remembering her tender vulnerability the night before, a warmth spread through Lysander''s lower


    abdomen.


    His voice, low and gravelly, broke the silence, "Why bother covering up? It''s not like I haven''t seen it all


    before."


    Thssa''s face flushed a deep crimson at his words. True as they might be, hearing him say them out


    loud sent a wave of embarrassment through her.


    Lysander cast a sideways nce at her, noting the blush spreading across her previously pale cheeks,


    tempting as a ripe peach.


    Suppressing a bodily reaction, he focused ahead and strode into the bathroom, setting Thssa down


    by the sink. "Clean up ande out," he said, his voice amand.


    "Got it," Thssa murmured, her gaze lowered.


    Once Lysander''s tall frame exited the bathroom, the oppressive atmosphere seemed to ease.


    Thssa quickly shut the bathroom door, fearing he might turn back. Once the door was securely


    locked, she rxed her tense shoulders and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water flow.


    Her eyes identally caught sight of the sink, and her heart skipped a beat. The previous night, under


    Lysander''s assertive guidance, that very sink had been the site of unrestrained passion.


    The memories flooding her mind made her blood run hot, and she quickly averted her gaze, only for


    her eyes to fall upon the dark gray tiles on the wall.


    There, too, Lysander had pressed her against the wall, his hands lifting her, carrying her weight.


    Thssa''s breath hitched at the recollection, alone in the shower with cheeks as red as tomatoes.


    She thought the bathroom would shield her from Lysander''s pervasive influence, but every corner was


    a reminder of the night''s fervor. Every object she saw brought back vivid scenes from the night before.


    Lysander''s heavy, scorching breath seemed to echo in her ears, sending shivers down her sensitive


    skin, her heart squeezing tight.


    Thssa closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to dispel the lingering images.


    Warm water cascaded over her head, drenching her hair, and droplets traced paths down her cheeks,


    falling to the ground with a sound that filled the room.


    Standing motionless under the shower head, Thssa was lost in thought, the water''s rush failing to


    wash away the memories of Lysander''s relentless pursuit of pleasure.


    She remained there, unmoving, as the water enveloped her, making breathing more difficult, like


    drowning.


    Panic set in as her breath was caught in the torrent, her heart sinking as if to the ocean floor. Her body


    seemed rooted in ce, unable to move.


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    Then came the urgent knocking.


    Lysander''s forceful raps on the door echoed, but the locked bathroom door refused to yield from the


    outside.


    Thssa seemed not to hear.


    With a "crack," the bathroom doorknob was forcibly twisted, breaking a hole through the lock.


    A towering silhouette stormed in, and in one swift motion, Lysander yanked Thssa from under the


    shower. His rough hands swept her wet, seaweed-like hair off her face and onto the top of her head.