Chapter 1270


    So, while they waited for the sheets to be changed, was she seriously not even allowed to sit on the


    bed?


    Thssa was feeling a bit upset. Even if she couldn''t lounge on the mattress, perching on the


    nightstand would''ve been fine, right? Why on earth did she have to sit on hisp?


    With her back against his sturdy chest, Thssa could feel the heat emanating from his body. She


    tensed up, holding her breath as if that could make her invisible.


    Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer, hisrge hands encircled her waist, and his hot breath


    cascaded down her neck, reminiscent of a predator panting over its prey – desperate to devour her but


    restrained.


    Thssa''s heart was all over the ce, a bundle of nerves.


    As the seconds ticked by, the wait felt like an eternity.


    She wished someone woulde to her rescue, but it was just the two of them in the room. Her mom


    and Callum had been shooed away by him.


    And since he was the one who sent them away, they wouldn''t return until he left.


    Thssa racked her brain, trying to figure a way out of his grip.


    Standing up was futile. His arms were locked around her, keeping her firmly in ce.


    She needed an external force.


    Just as Thssa was exhausting her mental strategies, there was a noise at the door.


    Startled, Thssa quickly turned her head to see two housekeepers pushing a cleaning cart into the


    room.


    Upon witnessing the scene, the housekeepers froze, a flicker of surprise crossing their faces before


    they hastily said, "Oh, sorry to intrude. If now''s not a good time, we cane backter."


    They were about to retreat.


    Thssa’s face was as red as a ripe tomato. She smacked Lysander''s hand and stammered, "Get up,


    will you? They''re here to change the sheets."


    Her tone was far from pleasant. Lysander had insisted on her sitting on hisp, and now they were


    caught in this awkward situation by the housekeepers, with her still perched on his legs.


    She was thin-skinned, and being seen like this by others made her feel utterly embarrassed.


    Thssa smacked the back of Lysander''s hand again, mutteringints that left the housekeepers


    both shocked and in awe.


    After all, the man they were looking at was strikingly handsome, with an extraordinary presence. His


    suit was impably tailored, and he wore a wristwatch that was clearly worth a fortune.


    He exuded an air of affluence that made it clear he was a big deal, not someone they''d want to cross.


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    Others might have fawned over him, flirting shamelessly to get close to someone like him.


    But here Thssa was hitting him and speaking with a tone of reproach?


    However, as surprised as they were, they didn''t dare linger, quickly turning to leave.


    Lysander''s deep voice halted them, “Wait!”


    Hismand, spoken without anger but full of authority, made the housekeepers freeze in their tracks,


    turning towards him with a mix of respect and fear.  Draмanоvеls


    Even without knowing his status, his mere presence in the room demanded attention.