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Chapter 1220
With a thud, Callum’s cane hit the ground, and without its support, his body pitched
forward, bringing him to his knees.
His wrist was gripped in Lysander’s vice-like hand, the pain of his bones threatening to
snap slithering into his heart like a venomous snake.
Grimacing through the pain, the muscles in his cheeks taut with the effort to endure,
Callum’s usually gentle eyes now sparkled with defiance and a hint of mirth as he looked
up at Lysander and said, “That insecure, huh? Even if you snuff me out, you think you’ll
find peace of mind?”
Lysander saw the mockery on Callum’s face, and something within him stirred. His voice
was cold and ominous, cutting through the air, “And what if I do?”
He tightened his grasp.
A sickening “crack” echoed as Callum’s wrist bone fractured.
“Ugh!” Callum stifled a groan, managing not to scream out loud.
“Callum!” Thalassa cried out in alarm, rushing over. She saw the agony etched on his face,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsweat beading on his forehead as he knelt by the table, his injured leg trembling slightly,
his hand shaking as if it were a leaf in the wind.
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Lysander stood like a statue of icy intent, his aura oppressive, making everyone else hard
to breathe.
Even after breaking Callum’s wrist, his grip did not relent,
Thalassa’s heart was pounding with urgent concern. She reached for Lysander’s hand in
an attempt to pry it loose, but despite her efforts, his hand remained immovable.
His gaze was as dark and piercing as the edge of a blade.
In this tense standoff, Thalassa’s anxiety for Callum’s safety skyrocketed. She pleaded,
“Lysander, let him go. If you keep this up, his hand will be ruined.”
Lysander’s chilling gaze turned towards her, its icy edge momentarily startling her into
silence.
“Thalassa, think carefully about how you should be talking now!” Lysander’s cold voice
was a stark reminder, his chilling presence sending shivers down her spine.
Thalassa blinked rapidly, desperate to change the situation.
Callum had done nothing to deserve this. He shouldn’t be caught up in her problems.
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He was once fine, until Lysander’s bodyguard broke his leg, and now Lysander himself was
snapping his wrist.
Chapter 1220
If she didn’t do something, she would only cause Callum more harm.
Thalassa moved her hands towards Lysander’s face, cupping his cheeks, and pressed her
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In the second their lips met, Thalassa’s eyelashes quivered.
Lysander’s eyes flickered with surprise, but his body remained unyielding and cold.
Feeling that she hadn’t melted the ice encasing him, Thalassa didn’t pull away. Instead,
she deepened the kiss, mimicking his usual manner, capturing his lips and kissing him
insistently.
Her soft, trembling tongue caused havoc between Lysander’s lips.
A surge went through Lysander’s heart, his eyes shook, and he released Callum’s wrist.
One arm wrapped around Thalassa’s waist, the other cupped the back of her head, turning
a passive kiss into an aggressive one.
Thalassa was overwhelmed by his fervent response, her body turning to putty in his arms.
She had been thinking of her next move, but Lysander’s domineering kiss now completely
dominated her, stealing her breath away.
Callum’s released hand caused his body to slump to the floor.
“Mr. Gordon…” A pale-faced, flustered waiter rushed to Callum’s side, helping him up and
calling out with concern.
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