Chapter 1271


    Thssa bolted upright, a rush of awkwardness propelling her to take several steps forward, distancing


    herself from Lysander as if that could somehow diffuse the embarrassing air from moments ago when


    she found herself perched on hisp.


    She nced back after a few paces and caught the surprised looks from the hotel staff. With a


    sheepish grin, she tried to alleviate the tension in the air, lifting a hand in a shaky wave and chuckling,


    "Carry on, please."


    The housekeeper masked her own difort, nodding with a polite wariness, "Of course, we''ll have


    this done in no time."


    As the staff began briskly tending to the bed nearest the door, their nervous haste was palpable—they


    were clearly itching to swap out the linens and make themselves scarce.


    Thssa knew exactly what was running through their minds—they had seen her on Lysander''sp


    and must have thought they''d interrupted a private moment.


    The mere thought of them imagining her and Lysander together in bed sent a blush to her cheeks, hot


    as boiling water scalding her skin.


    While she squirmed in her difort, Lysander remained the picture of casual repose, lounging


    against the nightstand with one leg stretched out, the other bent, his hands resting casually on his


    knees. His gaze, fixed on Thssa, was calm and unfathomable, as if she were the only person in his


    world.


    Feeling the weight of his cool stare at her back, she shivered involuntarily, her skin prickling with


    unease as if she were prey under a predator''s watchful eye.


    She forced augh, "I''ll just step out for a bit."


    "Hold it right there!" Lysander''s voice, cool andmanding, stopped her in her tracks.


    Thssa turned, her heart pounding, to meet his prating gaze—deep and dark as the ocean''s


    abyss, capable of drowning one''s soul.


    "Mr. Sinir, is there something you need?" she asked meekly.


    Mr. Sinir? The formality seemed to chill the air around them further, the room''s temperature


    plummeting with his displeasure.


    His oppressive aura had everyone on edge.


    The housekeepers, who hadn''t exchanged a single word with Lysander, now sweated profusely, feeling


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    the pressure drop in the room.


    They finished their task quickly. They were eager to escape, bowing and scraping, "All set for you. Rest


    assured it''s all clean. Have a great day."


    Thssa''s face, just beginning to regain its normal color, med red again at their words. ''Have a great


    day''—could there be a hidden meaning?


    "Come here," Lysander demanded.


    Thssa''s feet felt welded to the floor. Her mind screamed to flee, but her body responded to


    Lysander''smand, drawing her towards him.


    Ultimately, she found herself beside him.


    "You think you can slip away from me that easily?" Lysander arched an eyebrow, reaching out his hand


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    Thssa eyed his open palm, hesitated, then ced her hand in his.


    Her heart clenched at the implication. What did he mean?