Chapter 1603


    Thssa let out a sigh, finally finding a somewhatfortable position for her legs, when the doorbell rang.


    She hurried to the door, expecting her aunt, a smile blooming on her face, "Aunt ra, how was your day with—"


    Her greeting was cut short at the sight of David standing at the doorway, pushing a wheelchair. Seated in it was a presence too imposing to ignore. It was Lysander!


    His striking features, noble as a marble statue, seemed tomand the elements, his aura icy and unapproachable.


    Seeing Lysander, Thssa''s smile vanished, her nerves tightening, a wave of anxiety washing over her. "Lysander, what brings you here?"


    Lysander''s dark eyes lifted to her. She was in a nightgown, her hair damp, a mist of water vapor wrapping around her. Her dark hair draped over her pale cheeks, creating a stark contrast, like a lily fresh from the water.


    Just the sight of her like this made Lysander''s gaze darken, his throat tightening.


    Without responding to Thssa, Lysander nced behind him.


    David quickly got the hint, let go of the wheelchair, and left.


    Lysander wheeled himself into the house, and Thssa quickly made room for him.


    As he settled by the sofa, Thssa, slightly tense, offered, "I''ll get you a cup of tea." "No need. Come, sit," Lysander steadied his wheelchair, his gaze flicking to her.


    His voice carried an authority that was hard to defy.


    Even in her own home, Thssa found herself drawn by hismanding presence, obediently sitting across from him.


    As soon as she sat, Lysander''s sharp eyes caught sight of arge bruise on her leg, rming in its intensity. His eyes narrowed, "Did you hurt yourself just now?"


    He had heard her cry out in pain when she was helping him down the stairs earlier.


    He had asked if she was hurt, and she had denied it.


    She had lied! The injury looked severe.


    Realizing his concerned gaze on her leg, Thssa hastily pulled down her dress to cover the bruise, "It''s just a scratch, really." Her attempt to conceal the injury was interrupted by his firm grasp, his hand warm and strong, a touch both familiar and strange.


    Her heart skipped a beat, freezing her actions, as she looked up into Lysander''s intense gaze.


    "When will you stop avoiding my questions?" Lysander''s voice, deep and reproachful, filled the space.


    Thssa didn''t even notice when he


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    had wheeled closer, his e


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    her face, stirring familiar. feelings.


    "I" She faltered, attempting to exin.


    "Don''t speak," Lysander cut her off, releasing her hand and lifting her leg with an authoritative ease.


    His touch wasmanding, leaving no room for objection.


    His rough palm against her soft skin


    current that raced to her hectrice


    sent a jolt through her, an


    leaving her feeling weak.


    Thssa instinctively tried to retract her leg, but Lysander firmly held it in ce, "Don''t move!"


    His voice was a lowmand.


    He lifted her leg onto hisp, leaning in to examine the bruise.


    As he drew closer, the faint scent of sandalwood from him teased her senses, memories of pastN?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.


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    making Thssa''s heart race, her breath catch.  S