Chapter 1183


    Lysander drew in a heavy breath, stood up, and released her.


    Thssa scrambled to her feet and hurried to the bathroom.


    Shutting the door, she perched on the toilet seat, pressing a hand to her wildly beating heart, trying to


    calm the frantic rhythm.


    But even with her hand pressed firmly and drawing several deep breaths, her heartbeat continued to


    thrash uncontrobly.


    Lysander’s ragged breathing seemed to echo in her ears, his husky voice,den with anticipation,


    lingering in her mind, refusing to dissipate, driving her heart into a frenzy.


    Panic-stricken, this was the chaos of panic, of wanting to flee, of not knowing what to do.


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    She had never imagined that Lysander could fall for her.


    A man like Lysander, his affections were too deep, too intense, domineering and possessive, and she


    feared she couldn''t bear it or ept it.


    Even if he did like her, he wouldn''t marry her. She could never be more than a secret lover, hidden


    away. The Sinirs would never allow her to marry Lysander, and Lysander himself would never marry


    her.


    What was the point of such a rtionship with no future?


    Thssa remained on the toilet, reluctant to emerge.


    Suddenly, there was a knock on the bathroom door, jolting Thssa back to reality. She looked


    towards the frosted ss door, seeing Lysander’s tall, imposing silhouette.


    It was Lysander knocking, urging her out.


    Thssa pinched the waistband of her pants and called out, “I’m... uh, gonna be a while. Big business,


    you know.”


    After she spoke, Lysander''s tall figure lingered at the door for a while before walking away.


    As his ominous presence left, Thssa''s taut nerves rxed slightly. She remained seated on the


    toilet, mulling over her thoughts.


    After what seemed like an eternity, Thssa finally stepped out to find Lysander lying on the bed, his


    prating gaze fixed on the ceiling, lost in thought.


    Hearing her, he turned his eyes towards her, and seeing her hesitation, beckoned her with a low,


    maic voice, “Come here.”


    It was a simple request, yet delivered with an innate authority that made Thssa feel oppressed.


    Like an unspokenmand, Thssa took steps towards the bed.


    Lysander sat up and reached out his hand. Thssa''s breath hitched, but she ced her hand in his.


    Hisrge palm enclosed hers, drawing her onto the bed, guiding her to lie down. His rough hand slid to


    her waist, then to her stomach.


    Lysander paused, his deep gaze locked on hers. After a second, he removed her hand and continued


    to gently stroke her belly.


    Realizing his intent, Thssa’s body rxed, allowing his hand to continue its gentle exploration.


    After a while, not sensing anything unusual, Lysander bent down, his ear against her stomach.


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    Thssa was taken aback and slightly overwhelmed.


    Was he trying to hear the baby’s movements?