Chapter 1019


    She couldn''t take the risk.


    So, she couldn''t let Lysandere home with her.


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    "Alright." Thssa replied. She stepped forward to support Lysander and followed Richard out of the


    private room. They went towards the elevator that led to the upper floors of the hotel.


    The elevator stopped on the 28th floor, and Richard helped Joshua out. A bellboy was already waiting


    at the elevator doors. "Mr. Richard, here are the key cards for rooms 2806 and 2809."


    "Thanks. You may go now." Richard took the key cards from the bellboy and handed one to Thssa,


    "Please take Lysander to this room."


    Thssa took it, nced at the number, and saw it was for room 2809.


    She struggled to help Lysander to the door, fumbling with the key card to open it.


    Room 2806 was just across from 2809. Richard unlocked his door and helped Joshua inside.


    Thssa, supporting Lysander, noticed his drunkenness had intensified. His steps grew more erratic,


    and his body started to slump.


    She draped his arm over her shoulder, bearing the weight of his body, and staggered into the room.


    "Easy does it, the bed''s just ahead," she said.


    As he was dragged inside, his long leg hooked behind him, closing the door—a detail Thssa missed.


    She made it to the bed and was about to gently lower Lysander onto it when the arm around her


    shoulder suddenly tightened, pulling her neck with a strong, firm grip.


    Thssa spun around and was flung onto the bed, her back hitting the soft mattress and bouncing


    slightly. Her heart raced, a cry of rm escaping her as she instinctively tried to turn over. But


    Lysander''s broad chest had pressed down on her before she could move.


    His legs pinned hers, his chest enveloping her, and his hot, powerful breath sprayed across her face.


    Thssa''s heart skipped a beat, and her nerves tingled with tension, "Lysander, you''re drunk. You


    should get some rest... You''ll feel better after a rest..."


    "Really, you think I can''t hold my liquor?" Lysander''s husky voice rumbled above her, like the growl of a


    wild beast circling her head.


    His breath, warm and heavy, yed across her lips. His hot chest pressed down on her, and she could


    feel the scorching heat even through the fabric.


    It was so intense that Thssa''s heart pounded like boiling water, unable to calm.


    "You''re faking being drunk?" Thssa''s wide, clear eyes fixated on the handsome face so close to


    hers. Those sharp contours bathed in a mix of fiery warmth and icy coolness.


    Lysander''srge hand covered her face and enveloped itpletely. His rough palm, calloused slightly,


    caressed her cheek, the heat from his hand almost scalding.


    It sent tingles across Thssa''s skin, a sensation so intense it was almost electric, making her skin


    burn.


    "There was something in that drink, wasn''t there? You know it better than I do, don''t you?" Lysander''s


    deep eyes, mysterious and unfathomable, fixed piercingly on Thssa''s.


    Thssa''s breath hitched, her heart ceasing to beat for a moment, fear and anxietyid bare.


    Lysander knew there was something in the drink. Why did he still drink it?


    "Why would you do this?" His icy, hoarse voice broke the silence when she didn''t respond.


    "I..." The repression in Thssa''s heart was too intense, almost causing her to spill the truth. But as


    she met Lysander''s eyes — void of any warmth, cold and detached — her pain choked in her throat,


    and her hands clutched the nket beneath her.


    "Susan fancies you." Thssa managed to say, trying to suppress the turmoil and sorrow within her.


    Her voice was calm andposed.