Chapter 593

She was puzzled, wondering who could have been so courteous as to knock before entering an already open door.

In walked a maid, carrying a tray laden with food.

She set down a bowl of chicken soup with sweet corn, oatmeal porridge, and pork ribs on the bedside table. And lastly, she set down a glass of water and two white pills.

“Ms. Everhart, please enjoy. I’ll be right outside should you need anything,” the maid said politely before exiting the room.

Thalassa scanned the food with her eyes, but her gaze finally landed on the two white pills. She stared at them for a moment before a bitter smile played on her lips.

It was a smile filled with helplessness, sadness, and self-mockery.

Without hesitation, she picked up the pills and swallowed them down with the water.

She had been through this too many times. So she knew precisely what those pills were.

They were birth control pills!

Before, she was given one. And then, she was given two.

Did Lysander know he was too reckless? So he feared she might get pregnant? And to play it safe, he gave her two pills to prevent her from conceiving?

What a heartless, cold man.

After taking the pills, she didn’t rush to eat. Instead, she leaned back against the headboard and closed her eyes.

For the pills to take full effect, it was best not to eat within half an hour after taking them.

Lysander had gone to great lengths to prevent her from getting pregnant. She couldn’t let him down.

Besides, not being pregnant was a form of protection for herself.

In the past, she didn’t know who the fathers of her children were, but they were born anyway.

But then, things were different. She feared that even if she got pregnant, she would have been forced to abort.

Rather than that, it was better not to conceive at all. It was a protection for herself and respect for a potential life.

Thalassa closed her eyes, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

At around ten o’clock in the evening, Lysander finally managed to put the children to bed.

Taking care of children was a skill, and it took more than intelligence. It required patience and companionship.

He didn’t understand that before, but after a few days, he realized it was even harder than his job.

When he returned to the master bedroom, the lights were still on. As soon as he walked in, he saw Thalassa leaning against the bedhead, her body limp and unsupported.

Seeing that, Lysander’s handsome face tightened, his eyes intense. He quickly walked over, reached out, and checked her breath.

She was breathing normally.

His tense face finally relaxed.

He noticed the untouched food on the bedside table.

But the birth control pills were gone.

Lysander’s eyes narrowed as he called out in a low voice, “Come in!”

The maid entered the room with respect.

Lysander ordered in a deep voice, “Clear the food away.”

The maid bowed, placing the food back on the tray before leaving with it.

Something fell from the bedside table.

Lysander looked down to see it was a bank card.

She didn’t even put it away!

Lysander looked at Thalassa, his eyes reflecting the light in ripples.

He moved closer, gently picked her up, and laid her down on the bed.

Thalassa, disturbed in her sleep, moved uncomfortably. She turned over, her lips brushing against the back of Lysander’s hand.

She seemed to have been dreaming of something tasty, smacking her lips.

Her warm, soft lips brushed against Lysander’s hand.

His throat tightened.