Chapter 1200


    Thssa snapped back to reality and hurriedly pushed at him.


    Her push was gentle and seemingly insignificant, but it was enough to signal Lysander that she didn’t


    want to.


    Lysander caught her misbehaving hand and ced it firmly on his waist, inviting her to wrap her arms


    around him.


    He released her lips, his breath heavy and raspy, hot puffs brushing against her face, moist kisses


    her ear.


    The deep resonance of his breathing tickled the delicate skin behind Thssa’s ear, causing her to


    involuntarily shrink her neck.


    Her long eyshes were moist, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, as Thssa gasped, “Stop it,


    you''re just tormenting yourself."


    He knew full well she couldn''t right now.


    Yet, he continued to fan the mes.


    Wasn''t that just making it harder on himself?


    Lysander''s hoarse voice brushed her ear, “What did you have?”


    His voice, low and fluid, vibrated against Thssa’s eardrum, tightening her nerves.


    He was still circling around the fact that she had a meal with Hertha and Spencer.


    Lysander could be pettier than a little kid when he wanted to.


    Thssa cautiously replied, “We ordered Hertha’s favorites. I just had a bit on the side.”


    “So, what did you have?” Lysander''s lips grazed her earlobe yfully.


    That teasing act made Thssa squirm, her neck itching, her heart fluttering uncontrobly.


    Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Gasping, she pleaded, “Meatloaf with mashed potatoes, fish sticks, and barbecued chicken wings…”


    “Hmm,” Lysander grunted, his voice rough, finally sparing her ear.


    His face buried in her neck, his rugged breaths slowed, no further actions taken, just pressing down on


    her, holding her, as if restraining something.


    Thssa didn’t move either, her hands stayed wrapped around his waist, not pulling away.


    His waist was lean and packed with a sense of strength that she could feel even through the fabric,


    dangerous and overwhelming.


    Lysander breathed deeply, his grip firm yet controlled.


    Thssa’s own breathing was heavy, her arms lightly encircling his waist, trying to calm her erratic


    heartbeat and breath.


    After a while, Lysander lifted his head, rolled over, andy beside Thssa, finally releasing her.


    As his heavy, warm body withdrew, Thssa''s shoulders rxed, her eyes closed as sleep brewed.


    Lysander turned to look at her, and upon seeing her eyes closed, he murmured, “Tired?”


    “Yeah, I want a nap. Stop talking to me,” Thssa responded without opening her eyes.


    So, she simply didn’t meet his gaze, enduring his scrutiny with her eyes shut.


    Lysander watched her, noting her eyes darting beneath her delicate eyelids, a clear sign of her anxiety.


    His presence made her nervous.  NovelDrama.Org


    Lysander''s face tensed slightly. He rose from the bed, pulled the nket over her, and left the room


    quietly.


    With all these thoughts, Thssa tossed and turned, breathing deeply, yet sleep eluded her.