Chapter 183

Lysander felt something was off after thinking of this.

Even if Thalassa had lost her virginity, it didn’t stop her from continuing her studies.

So Lysander reckoned that the issue wasn’t about their sexual relationship.

When he brought up the question, Thalassa’s heart raced instantly. A strong sense of injustice spread i n her heart, she even felt a lump in her throat.

She felt utterly wronged and angry after remembering her experience from five years ago.

If Lysander didn’t pop up out of the blue, sleep with her, and get her pregnant, her body wouldn’t have become weak, and she would have been able to work without needing constant bed rest. She wouldn’t have dropped out of school. She didn’t even get her diploma!

However, every time she thought of her four little angels, all her grievances and anger vanished.

All her hardships seemed worth it after having those four kids.

“Nothing. I’m tired, so I’m gonna hit the hay.”

Thalassa dodged his question, turned her back to him, and tucked herself in.

If she said the issue was her pregnancy, he would know she had his four kids.

But he didn’t like kids; he found them noisy. Now wasn’t the time to tell him.

She would slowly influence him, let him genuinely accept the kids, and then she would tell him.

Lysander could tell Thalassa didn’t want to talk more.

The issue seemed to be something she found hard to discuss.

What was it that she couldn’t bring herself to say?

If she didn’t want to talk, he wouldn’t force her. Once she let her guard down and opened up, she would naturally tell him.

Having decided to take responsibility for her, they had plenty of time to get to know each other.

Respecting each other’s privacy was a prerequisite for getting to know each other. Lysander certainly w ouldn’t go snooping behind her back..

Half an hour later.

Lysander was still awake. His eyes gleamed in the darkness, like a wolf on the prowl.

From the couch by the window came the sweet, soft breathing of a woman.

Thalassa had fallen asleep.

Lysander got out of bed, went over to the couch, and picked her up.

Being disturbed, Thalassa, in her sleep, squirmed uncomfortably.

Lysander paused, thinking she would wake up.

However, the woman in his arms turned over, her head leaned against his chest, her mouth moved, an d she continued to sleep soundly.

She slept like a log; even such a big movement didn’t wake her up.

A smile crossed Lysander’s lips.

He held her and placed her on the bed so she could sleep more comfortably.

He also lay down.

The couch was too narrow, so he was worried that she would be uncomfortable. He wanted her to have a good sleep on the bed.

Originally planning to share the bed, Lysander couldn’t sleep. He underestimated Thalassa’s influence on him.

Her breath was sweet, light, and fragrant. The faint floral scent on her kept teasing his nostrils, flowing i nto his blood, and arousing his desire for her.

While just lying together, without even touching, Lysander began to lose control of himself again.

pter 184 Lysander took a deep breath, doing his best to keep his cool.

He closed his eyes, trying to drift off to sleep.

Just as he was about to enter dreamland, Thalassa next to him suddenly stirred. She reached out, both arms and legs sprawled over him, murmuring in her sleep. “Baby, my baby…”

Her hand rested on his belly, and her leg draped over his, half turning to cuddle him.

Thalassa’s body was soft and warm, and her sweet scent and touch vividly lingered around him.

This was the familiar scent he had been missing for five years.

Lysander swallowed hard, his throat was parched.

But after recalling the scene where she was about to bolt out of the room, he was worried he might scar e