Chapter 259

Thalassa was speechless.

Uh oh, this wasn’t quite right What was he thinking?

What’s wrong? Were you having second thoughts?” Lysander’s voice was icy cold when he noticed h er hesitation and reluctance to act Thalassa was startled by his frosty demeanor and she quickly resp onded, “No, no. My legs are just a bit sore and I can’t stand up right now.”

Saying so, she placed her hand on the ground. Intending to use her arm strength to push herself up Unfortunately, her hand landed on the shattered remains of a wine glass. Her fingers were instantly c ut and started to bleed.

‘Ouch! Thalassa cried out in pain, swiftly withdrawing her hand.

Seeing the blood welling up on her fingers, Lysander grabbed her wrist, hoisting her up from the groun d and onto the couch beside him.

He held her bleeding hand, seeing the shards of glass lodged in her flesh. There was blood trickling do wn the translucent fragments. It looked like a stained glass panel of crimson.

Lysander frowned, reaching for her injured fingers.

Thalassa instinctively recoiled, “Mr. Sinclair, it’s just a minor cut. No biggie.”

Lysander firmly held her hand, not allowing her to pull away, “Stay still!”

His words were commanding, allowing no room for resistance.

Thalassa froze, not daring to move.

Lysander leaned closer, and his cool breath brushed against her nose, carrying a faint scent of sandalw ood.

It was just like five years ago.

Thalassa’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

With his sharp vision, Lysander gripped the shard of glass and swiftly yanked it out.

The glass shard was removed.

Thalassa gasped in pain, her breath quickening. Although she didn’t scream, Lysander noticed the cha nge in her complexion.

He knew she was in pain.

He let go of her hand, grabbed his phone and made a quick call, “Bring the first aid kit.

In less than two minutes, Alaric entered the room with the first aid kit.

Alaric had expected to walk into a chaotic scene, but instead, he found Lysander and Thalassa sitting o n the couch, looking neat and composed, as if nothing intense had happened.

He had initially thought that the chaos had resulted in Thalassa getting injured.

Yet, it was such a peaceful scene.

No wonder Lysander had called him so casually to bring the first aid kit.

If nothing had happened, what had they been doing in the room for the past three to four hours?

Alaric placed the first aid kit on the coffee table. Seeing Thalassa’s bleeding finger, he joked, “How did you get hurt? Lysander might get upset”

Lysander shot Alaric a frosty look.

Receiving Lysander’s icy stare, Alaric immediately stopped his teasing Thalassa felt a bit embarrassed by his comment. She chuckled awkwardly and explained, “I accidentall y broke a glass and cut my hand on the shards.”

As she was speaking, Lysander opened the first aid kit. He took out some lodine and a cotton swab. He was about to disinfect her wound when Thalassa, feeling slightly overwhelmed, quickly tried to take the swab from him, “I can do it myself. It’s j ust a minor cut, no biggie.”

“Don’t move!” Lysander commanded sternly Thalassa was taken aback and stayed still.

Lysander held her index finger with one hand while cleaning the wound with the other. He then tossed t he cotton swab into the trash can.

Feeling the need to excuse herself, Thalassa said, “It’s getting late. I should head home. You guys go on with your party. I don’t want to be a party pooper She stood up and started to leave.

Lysander didn’t stop her.

After Thalassa left the room, Alaric looked at her retreating figure curiously and asked, “Lysander, are y ou for real?”

He had never seen Lysander being so considerate to any woman before.

Thalassa had a cut on her finger, and Lysander h