Chapter 660

Lysander’s eyes glinted with amusement before a chuckle escaped his lips. “I was referring to the kids.

Are you a kid?”

Thalassa’s eyelashes fluttered nervously as she swallowed down her fear. “I’m not a child, but I am a girl…”

“My girl. I can’t touch my girl?” Lysander countered as his finger lifted her chin to meet his gaze. “Be smart about this, or you won’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow.”

Suddenly, her eyes went wide with panic.

Her heart pounded so hard that she could hear it in her head. She quickly rested her head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat, and nodded. “I understand; I won’t go back. I’ll rest here.”

With that, Lysander seemed satisfied and left for the bathroom.

The sound of running water soon filled the room. Thalassa couldn’t help but subtly look towards the bathroom. Behind the frosted glass, a tall figure moved. His tanned skin was visible even through the glass, still looking well-built and imposing.

Her breath hitched at the sight, and she quickly turned her head away, trying not to watch.

She lay down on the bed, trying her best to ignore the bathroom and the sound of water.

Just hearing the water was enough to stir her imagination.

The mental image she was creating in her head was too much for her to handle.

Eventually, the bathroom door opened, and Lysander returned. He climbed onto the bed as his warm chest pressed against her back.

Thalassa’s body went rigid. She was frozen in place.

The man’s chest was firm and still damp from the shower, carrying with it a powerful energy. It was as though his essence was seeping into her skin, filling her veins with his scent.

Thalassa remained still, hoping to avoid any further confrontation..

But Lysander’s long arm wrapped around her as his restless hand began exploring her.

A warning alarm blared in Thalassa’s head. She quickly rolled over as her voice filled with annoyance.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m hungry.” Lysander murmured. His husky voice was appealing but also terrifying.

Thalassa’s heart clenched, and she quickly backed away. “I’m tired, and I want to sleep. Can you stop?”

“That depends on you.” Lysander’s deep gaze held her captive. He was calm and intimidating, like a lion waiting for its prey in the jungle, graceful, yet extremely dangerous.

Thalassa gripped the sheets tightly, wrinkling the previously smooth and pristine material. Her eyebrows furrowed as she eyed the man before her cautiously.

He said it depended on her, so what did she have to do to satisfy him and make him leave her alone?

His current control over her was because he was still interested in her body.

He wouldn’t let her go until he got bored, would he?

As Thalassa was musing, she remembered something Zephyr had said.

He’d mentioned that Lysander had considered marrying her to give their kids a complete family.

Was he really considering marrying her?

“Did you tell Captain Payne to investigate and clear my mom’s name?” Thalassa blurted out. She was unsure of how to act in a way that would please him.

So, she changed the topic.

Lysander remained silent, but his gaze never left her.

Thalassa already knew the answer.

“Thank you. I don’t know if you took my mom’s words into consideration about us getting married and starting a family. That way, I can be with the kids every day. It’s a good option.”

She intentionally brought this up, curious about his real thoughts.

Did he really consider marrying her?

After speaking, she paused. Her clear eyes never wavered as they watched him.

His eyes darkened, becoming even more unfathomable. It seemed like a giant vortex that could suck Thalassa’s soul into its depths.