Chapter 1268


    Thssa''s heart skipped a beat under Lysander''s piercing gaze, and she found herself instinctively


    stepping back.


    "Did I say something wrong?"


    Lysander''s towering frame advanced towards her, his chilling presence closing in. Thssa retreated


    again, but her steps were no match for his rapid approach. He reached her, his hand snaking around


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    her waist, pulling her forcefully against the hard ne of his abdomen. His cold eyes bore into hers.


    "Clean? Why is it clean?"


    Blinking, Thssa was momentarily confused by his question. "The sheets are fresh, no one''s slept in


    them. Aren''t they clean?"


    "Touched by someone with purposes, can they still be clean?" His index finger tipped her chin up, his


    frosty gaze locking with hers.


    A shiver ran down Thssa''s spine as she suddenly understood his insinuation. He was disgusted that


    Callum had been sitting on the bed.


    But that bed was for her mother to sleep in, what did it have to do with him?


    "Lysander, I told you, we just happened to meet..."


    Before Thssa could finish, her lips were seized in a fierce kiss. He ravaged her mouth, leaving no


    corner untouched.


    He sucked on her lips with such intensity that it seemed he wanted to devour her whole.


    The domineering gesture carried both punishment and rage.


    Thssa soon found herself gasping for air, her brain starved of oxygen. She was on the verge of


    suffocation.


    Her eyes widened in panic, and as she instinctively inhaled deeply, she was filled with Lysander''s


    robust masculine scent and the overpowering sweetness of his kiss.


    "Cough..." Her desperate breaths were too rushed, and she choked on her own saliva.


    A cough wracked her throat, but the sound was trapped as her mouth was still sealed by his.


    Just when she felt like she was going to pass out from difort, Lysander released her lips, his


    handsome faceing close to her ear, his warm breath tickling her cheek as he spoke in a low,


    maic voice, "This is what drowning feels like. How did you feel?"


    Gasping for fresh air, Thssa''s chest rose and fell rapidly. Hearing his words, she shook her head. It


    was unbearable, terrifying.


    The feeling of suffocation from Lysander''s kiss, the choking sensation—it was a brief moment she


    would never forget.


    "Do you still want to drown in theke?" Lysander straightened up, his finger once again lifting her chin.


    Thssa shook her head. "No."


    Her words had been in jest, but he had taken them seriously, punishing her with a simtion of


    drowning.


    He was too domineering and too forceful with her.


    His piercing look made Thssa shudder with fear, her entire being suffused with dread.


    His possessiveness was so intense it left her speechless.


    All she could do was suppress any resistance or anger and nod obediently. Read at NovelDrama.Org


    Otherwise, he might really do something to her.


    She knew that when Lysander got angry, he could be truly fierce, without restraint.


    If he wasn''t angry, he might consider the child she was carrying and spare her.