The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1058

Thalassa refused to drink. But Lysander wasn't budging either; he held out the glass in a silent showdown. She wouldn't sip; he insisted.

Lysander, gripping the glass a tad tighter, nudged it closer to her lips. When she wouldn't open her mouth, he deftly popped a straw between her lips and forced her to take it.

"Come on, drink up." Lysander urged in a deep, velvety voice. "Your lips are not just swollen, they're cracking. You need to moisturize."

Thalassa had been stubbornly standing her ground, not wanting to take even a sip of the water he offered. But he had the gall to just go ahead and put the straw in her mouth.

Was she not even in charge of her own drinking now?

Her eyes, pools of defiance, glared at Lysander, locking with his deep-set gaze. Those eyes held an authority that seemed to brook no argument.

And was there concern?

Was she imagining it?

"Please drink. Getting mad at someone is no reason to neglect your own health." he said, his deep eyes coaxing her to take a sip.

Thalassa's brows knitted together, her breaths coming in short bursts of anger. But despite her irritation, he had a point. Punishing herself for someone else's mistake was foolish.

She bit down on the straw, sucking in the warm water that soothed her parched throat, quenching the dryness with much-needed hydration.

She was so thirsty that once she started, she couldn't stop. The water disappeared in one long gulp.

She even choked a bit as she swallowed too quickly.