Chapter 1221


    Callum''s breath hitched, paincing through his body with eachbored inhale. Tremors ran down his


    spine as he caught sight of Lysander and Thssa lost in each other''s embrace.


    Lysander held Thssa tightly, his kisses fierce and passionate, while Thssa gently cradled his


    face, eagerly responding to his fervor.


    The two were in their own world, their kisses deep and full of desire. The heavy, ragged breaths that


    they shared were audible in the quiet of the room, telling tales of longing and possession.


    Callum felt a tremor go through his body, which suddenly seized up at the sight. A dark shadow


    flickered across his usually warm eyes.


    He clenched his teeth, his body rigid with the effort of holding himself together.


    "Mr. Gordon, your hand looks really bad. Let me call 911 for you," a concerned waiter said, noticing


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    Callum''s limp hand.


    The waiter kept his eyes downcast, not daring to look at Lysander and Thssa, who were still


    entwined. Lysander''s earlier aura of menace had the waiter on edge, afraid that even a nce might be


    seen as an insult — that it could result in a broken wrist like Mr. Gordon.


    Callum was pale and cold. He stared at Lysander and Thssa, who were still locked in a fiery kiss.


    His eyes betrayed a restrained torment, and he did not respond to the waiter.


    Worried by Callum''s pallor and thinking he was in too much pain to speak, the waiter took the initiative


    and dialed for emergency services.


    Thssa had kissed Lysander impulsively to quell the storm of anger around him, but she hadn''t


    expected his dominating response.


    Only when Thssa felt weak in the knees, breathless from his intense affection, did Lysander finally


    release her.


    She leaned against his sturdy frame, spent, while Lysander''srge hand stayed pressed against her


    back, keeping her close.


    Despite the heat of the moment, Lysander''s gaze turned icy as he looked back at Callum, as if none of


    the passion from his kisses had touched his eyes.


    "Watch yourself!" Lysander tossed the words over his shoulder, scooped Thssa into his arms and


    strode out of the restaurant with determined steps.


    Left behind, Callum slumped against a chair, his good hand clenched into a fist.


    His gaze was fixed ahead, teeth gritted, as he silently bore the inner turmoil and fury.


    The corner of his eye caught a sharp glint. The injuries he''d sustained wouldn’t be in vain.


    If it meant that Thssa would see Lysander''s true colors — how brutal, cold, and ruthless he could be


    — then all the pain was worth it.


    Back in Weston Country, Callum had deliberately provoked Lysander, leading to an assault by his


    bodyguards. Though skilled in self-defense, Callum had neither fought back nor resisted.


    He had wanted Thssa to see firsthand Lysander''s extreme and cold personalities.


    Callum sought precisely this oue.


    Yet, the sight of Lysander''s fervent kiss had struck a nerve in Callum, igniting a fierce anger and


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    He began to understand the agony Leopold must have felt in life. It was indeed unbearable!


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