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Thalassa glanced at Lysander's leg and then up at him. Worry and tension were clear as day in her

clear eyes.

Lysander caught her concern and attempted to downplay the injury, "It's just a scratch, no big deal."

Despite his casual words, Thalassa saw the harsh reality—a large swath of his calf was burned,

several blisters had popped, and the mingling of blood and pus was a gruesome sight.

He must have gotten burned while rescuing her.

Her heart clenched with a mix of guilt and anxiety.

After finishing in the bathroom, she stood up and was ready to leave.

Lysander reached out to carry her, but she quickly stepped away, heading for the door to dodge his

embrace.

She had been first carried in because she was totally unprepared, but now she had to make her own

way out. Her legs were not hurt; she just needed oxygen

The person who hurt his leg was Lysander, and the thought of making him carry her was unbearable.

Walking with resolute steps, Thalassa left the bathroom. Lysander didn't press further and followed her

with the oxygen tank in tow.

Back at the bedside, Thalassa reclined and gestured for Lysander to set the tank down, her gaze then

returning to his leg, silently urging him to tend to his wound.

Lysander complied with placing the tank back but didn't leave her side. Instead, he sat down by her

bed, locking eyes with her as if afraid she'd vanish the moment he looked away.

Thalassa, seeing that he hadn't moved to treat his injury, checked the oxygen tank anxiously. It had a

timer showing how much time was left—just five minutes remaining.

As soon as the timer hit zero, Thalassa quickly removed the oxygen mask and, barely catching her

breath, urged Lysander, "Go to the infirmary and get that leg looked at now."

"If I leave, who's going to watch over you?" he replied.

Stunned by his concern, she gazed at his handsome face. There was a warmth in his typically cold

demeanor that left her dazed and incredulous.

It made her sway and feel incredulous.

After watching him for a moment, she felt that his deep-set eyes were trying to suck her in. Thalassa

was startled and drifted back to her senses, "I can look after myself. You need to take care of that

wound, or you might end up with an infection or even worse, a permanent limp. It wouldn't do for your

poise."

"Would you hold that against me?" he asked suddenly.

Her heart skipped a beat. Already feeling an inexplicable warmth towards him, his question left her

flustered. She could feel her heart racing erratically.

Lysander's expectant eyes dimmed with a hint of disappointment as he heard her.

"Rest here," he stowed his gaze and said coldly, turning to leave the room.

Some fifteen minutes later, Lysander returned. Instinctively, Thalassa's eyes darted to his leg. Seeing it

neatly bandaged and treated, she felt a wave of relief wash over her.

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Lysander sat down on a chair by the bed, pulled out his phone, and made a call for room service.

After he hung up, Thalassa asked him, "How did you find me?"