chapter1221

Callum's breath hitched, pain lacing through his body with each labored inhale. Tremors ran down his

spine as he caught sight of Lysander and Thalassa lost in each other's embrace.

Lysander held Thalassa tightly, his kisses fierce and passionate, while Thalassa gently cradled his

face, eagerly responding to his fervor.

The two were in their own world, their kisses deep and full of desire. The heavy, ragged breaths that

they shared were audible in the quiet of the room, telling tales of longing and possession.

Callum felt a tremor go through his body, which suddenly seized up at the sight. A dark shadow

flickered across his usually warm eyes.

He clenched his teeth, his body rigid with the effort of holding himself together.

"Mr. Gordon, your hand looks really bad. Let me call 911 for you," a concerned waiter said, noticing

Callum's limp hand.

The waiter kept his eyes downcast, not daring to look at Lysander and Thalassa, who were still

entwined. Lysander's earlier aura of menace had the waiter on edge, afraid that even a glance might be

seen as an insult — that it could result in a broken wrist like Mr. Gordon.

Callum was pale and cold. He stared at Lysander and Thalassa, who were still locked in a fiery kiss.

His eyes betrayed a restrained torment, and he did not respond to the waiter.

Worried by Callum's pallor and thinking he was in too much pain to speak, the waiter took the initiative

and dialed for emergency services.

Thalassa had kissed Lysander impulsively to quell the storm of anger around him, but she hadn't

expected his dominating response.

Only when Thalassa felt weak in the knees, breathless from his intense affection, did Lysander finally

release her.

She leaned against his sturdy frame, spent, while Lysander's large hand stayed pressed against her

back, keeping her close.

Despite the heat of the moment, Lysander's gaze turned icy as he looked back at Callum, as if none of

the passion from his kisses had touched his eyes.

"Watch yourself!" Lysander tossed the words over his shoulder, scooped Thalassa into his arms and

strode out of the restaurant with determined steps.

Left behind, Callum slumped against a chair, his good hand clenched into a fist.

His gaze was fixed ahead, teeth gritted, as he silently bore the inner turmoil and fury.

The corner of his eye caught a sharp glint. The injuries he'd sustained wouldn’t be in vain.

If it meant that Thalassa would see Lysander's true colors — how brutal, cold, and ruthless he could be

— then all the pain was worth it.

Back in Weston Country, Callum had deliberately provoked Lysander, leading to an assault by his

bodyguards. Though skilled in self-defense, Callum had neither fought back nor resisted.

He had wanted Thalassa to see firsthand Lysander's extreme and cold personalities.

Callum sought precisely this outcome.

Yet, the sight of Lysander's fervent kiss had struck a nerve in Callum, igniting a fierce anger and

tightness in his chest. Co?tent of Dr?мovеls.cоm

He began to understand the agony Leopold must have felt in life. It was indeed unbearable!

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