Chapter 1127


    Thssa''s eyes widened a fraction, her mind jolted awake. Lysander had just provided an answer to


    the question that had been perplexing her and sparing her the mental gymnastics ofing up with an


    excuse.


    "I regret it, I really do!" Thssa said hastily.


    As Lysander looked up, his deep-set eyes fixed on her, "What kind of regret?"


    Locked in the gaze of his oceanic and glossy eyes, Thssa knew she had to appease him or he


    wouldn''t let her off the hook.


    Her breath hitched, and she lifted her head to nt a soft kiss on his lips, lingering for just a moment


    before she attempted to lie back down.


    As she started to pull away, hisrge hand cradled the back of her head and he deepened the kiss.


    Her chest pressed against his, leaving no space between them. She could feel the heat emanating


    from his solid chest and the powerful beat of his heart, which seemed to drive her own pulse into a


    frantic race.


    Thssa''s breathing grew heavy as she responded to his kiss, and the gesture itself seemed to


    pleasure him. Lysander''s eyes gleamed with knowing satisfaction as his kiss was bing more


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    At the height of their kiss, Thssa suddenly felt an unusual tension in his body.


    A wave of rm rushed through her mind. His dangerous aura was intensifying, and he seemed ready


    to exact swift justice.


    But she was still pregnant.


    Just as Thssa was about to resist, Lysander released her. His thumb gently wiped the saliva from


    her lips. His eyes darkened, his voice husky and low, "I''ll let you off this time. In the future, you''re


    forbidden from any contact with other men, got it?"


    His lingering annoyance still revolved around Callum’s issue.


    She had already exined to him that she had bumped into Callum by ident and never expected to


    encounter him here.


    "I really just tripped and instinctively reached out to steady him. I wasn''t rushing to meet him," Thssa


    reiterated, insisting she hadn''t lied.


    "Just because you see it that way doesn''t mean he does," Lysander stated, his words icy and


    authoritative.


    The way Callum had looked at her was anything but simple. Besides, Callum was no stranger to self-


    defense; he had skills. Nevertheless, he had let a bodyguard strike himself without retaliation or even


    an attempt to dodge at the Weston Country.


    Why?


    He was trying to elicit Thssa''s sympathy by making her witness his beating.


    Knowing Lysander''s irrationally domineering nature, Thssa realized he wouldn''t let the matter slide


    unless sheplied.


    She said, "Fine, if you ever catch me with another man, feel free to chop off my hands, okay?"


    Lysander pulled out a wet wipe, took hold of her hand, and meticulously cleaned her palms and fingers,


    not missing a single spot.


    This was the hand that had supported Callum.


    "If it happens again, I need to chop the man’s hands instead of yours," Lysander said firmly.


    Hearing his words and catching the sternness in his eyes made Thssa''s heart contract with fear.


    She''d rather maim her than let anyone else suffer consequences on her behalf.


    "Please get up; I want to sit. Lying down like this is ufortable," Thssa deflected, shifting the


    subject as she addressed him.