Chapter 1223


    "Seriously? He got down on one knee for you?" Lysander''s voice, deep and slightly out of tune, broke


    the silence as he quizzed Thssa.


    He was toying with her chin, forcing her to look up into his eyes, leaving no room for evasion.


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    "What are you talking about?" Thssa struggled to keep pace with his thoughts.


    "He was on his knees, hiking up your dress!" Lysander''s words were tinged with barely contained rage.


    The moment he had stepped into the restaurant, his gaze hadnded on a scene that set his blood


    boiling. There was Callum, down on one knee in front of Thssa, a hand lifting the hem of her skirt,


    looking at her thighs.


    The mere image was enough to stoke the fires of fury within Lysander, his aura turning sharp and cold


    as ice.


    Realization dawned on Thssa, and she hurried to rify, "It''s not what you think. The waitress


    identally spilled soup on me and he was just checking to see if I had been scalded."


    At the time, Thssa herself had been taken aback by Callum''s sudden gesture.


    Lysander''s eyes narrowed, his brows knitting together in a frown as he released her chin and began to


    lift her skirt, revealing her fair leg beneath.


    The skin was a bit red from the burn, but thankfully, the damage was superficial.


    Lysander''s scowl eased as he sat up and reached for the wet wipes in the glovepartment, pulling


    one out and gently wiping the reddened spot on her leg.


    The wipe’s cool touch brought relief to Thssa''s skin.


    As he sat back, the imposing presence of Lysander''s frame receded, easing the pressure on Thssa.


    Supporting herself on the car seat, she also sat up.


    She watched as Lysander discarded the used wipe and took out another, continuing to cool the burn on


    her leg.


    Thssa couldn''t help but think, she wasn''t really hurt, why was he so meticulously doing this?


    Was he being overly concerned?


    "It wasn’t serious; it doesn''t hurt," she assured him, trying to convince him that another wipe wasn''t


    necessary.


    Lysander''s piercing gaze lifted to meet hers, his hands remaining busy, not only cleaning the spot that


    was reddened but also the rest of her leg.


    After a full wipe-down, he was still not satisfied. He pulled out another and handed it to her, "Clean off


    wherever he touched you!"


    Thssa was at a loss for words.


    She had thought wrong. She had assumed he was worried about the burn, but it turned out he was


    intent on erasing any trace of Callum''s touch.


    His possessiveness was pathological.


    Silently grumbling inside, she took the wipe and ran it over her entire leg.


    Regaining herposure, she addressed him, "Is that better now?"


    Lysander''s eyes swept over her once before he turned to the driver andmanded, "Drive!"


    They cruised along the smooth asphalt road.


    Thssa asionally stole nces at Lysander. His tall frame was rigid with formality, his presence


    Lysander was not the kind of man just anyone could aspire to.


    After a brief pause, Thssa ventured, "So, I''ve repaid Callum''s favor. Does that mean I owe you one


    now?"