After Thalassa had spoken, her hand, clutching her clothes, instinctively tightened. She chided herself for her naiveté. Why would she blatantly change clothes in the bedroom?
Didn't she know that Lysander was right there?
She should have changed in the bathroom.
Now that he had seen her, she felt a mix of embarrassment and awkwardness.
Lysander sat up, and the blanket slid off him, revealing his muscular upper body. His chest was firm, his abs well-defined, exuding raw power.
Just last night, it was this body that held her and controlled her, drawing her deeper and deeper into pleasure.
As Thalassa's gaze fell upon his body, she took a sharp breath, her face flushing. She quickly turned around and hurriedly went to the bathroom.
Watching her shyly retreat, Lysander's eyes deepened.
He remembered her saying she was powerless against his body, that she liked how he was built.
Those words had deeply touched him.
Thalassa got dressed, freshened up, and when she came back, Lysander was already dressed, looking distinguished and sophisticated, a stark contrast to his demeanor in bed last night.
Thalassa quickly averted her gaze, announcing, "I'm heading downstairs."
With that, she left the room. Lysander didn't say a word and went into the bathroom to freshen up.
Downstairs, breakfast was ready, with only the maid attending the table. Fitch was nowhere to be seen.
Thalassa checked the time. It was just past nine in the morning. Fitch must have taken the children to school.
Yesterday, the children were frightened at the mall. She wondered if they were feeling better today.
But seeing as they were able to go to school on time, they should be fine.
Thalassa sat down and started on her breakfast. Soon, Lysander came down and took a seat opposite her.
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