Chapter 594

Lysander’s eyes were fixed on her, a picture of sweet innocence as she slumbered, completely defenseless, With her eyes closed, her lengthy lashes cast a shadow beneath her lids, painting a peaceful, serene image.

It was a sight too precious to disturb.

Swallowing hard, Lysander managed to suppress his desires. After tucking her In, he retreated to the bathroom.

As dawn broke.

Thalassa awoke, her mind groggy and her body heavy.

Opening her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar yet familiar room, with a large hand draped across her chest.

The hand was long and slender with well-defined knuckles.

But its weight bore down on her, making her feel burdened.

Thalassa shifted slightly, trying to extricate herself from Lysander’s grasp.

The slightest movement from her stirred the man behind her. He rolled over from his side to his back, taking his arm away from her body.

Seizing that chance, Thalassa quickly moved to the edge of the bed and got up Glancing back, she saw Lysander’s tall figure sprawled on the bed, eyes closed, still lost in slumber.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow between his thick eyebrows, adding an unexpected softness to his usually stern features.

His face was more handsome than ever.

Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat.

Lysander was undeniably attractive, enough to make any girl swoon.

But she alone knew the danger that lay beneath that charm.

Slipping on her shoes, she tiptoed out of the room, careful not to wake him.

After a night’s rest, she felt a bit more energetic. Although her body was still sofe, she had no trouble moving around.

As Thalassa made her way downstairs, she saw her four children sitting at the breakfast table, their napkins around their necks, spoons in their hands, adorably enjoying their breakfast.

Seeing her children made her feel better.

“Mommy!” Dorian was the first to spot her, calling out cheerfully.

“Mommy, time for breakfast!” Elowen’s eyes met hers as she waved her spoon, her enthusiasm adding to her cuteness.

Thalassa approached them with a tender smile on her face, “You guys start first. Mommy will join you after freshening up.”

“Okay, we’ll wait for Mommy.” Elowen’s innocent voice echoed.

Thalassa headed for the restroom on the ground floor. It was well-equipped with disposable toothbrushes and other necessities.

After freshening up, Thalassa took a seat next to Sophia.

Sophia had already put down her spoon, sitting blankly in her spot.

Noticing that Sophia hadn’t eaten much of her oatmeal, Thalassa peeled a boiled egg and placed it in Sophia’s bowl.

Sophia, with her tiny hands, picked up the egg and placed it in Thalassa’s bowl. Her face was full of seriousness, “Mommy, you eat. I’m full.”

Looking at Sophia’s petite frame, Thalassa felt a pang of worry, “Sophia, you need to eat more. You’re too thin. Look at how much Elowen is enjoying her food!”

Sophia had always been a picky eater, eating sparingly. Among all her children, Sophia was the thinnest.

No wonder Lysander had criticized her for not taking proper care of Sophia.

Thalassa felt the sting of his words. She cared deeply for her child, but Sophia’s finicky eating habits were hard to tackle.

She separated the egg white from the yolk and held it up to Sophia.

Sophia’s innocent eyes flickered at her, her mouth opening in response.

Finally, a smile spread across Thalassa’s worried face, “Good job, Sophia!”

“I ate an egg too!” Elowen raised her hand, seeking praise as well.