Chapter 690
Lysander’s eyes were fixed on her.
Elowen pouted her rosy little mouth, her smal! hand gripping his arm as she gently shook it. Her large, dewy eyes were filled with anticipation and desire.
“Mommy sleeps in your arms like a precious baby, and I am your little treasure too. Won’t you hold me and lull me to sleep as well?”
Elowen spoke with her childish tone.
Her soft, adorable voice was absolutely heart-melting.
Just now, when she saw Mommy asleep in Daddy’s arms, she was so envious.
She wanted a cuddle just like that.
All the other kids had gone to bed, but Elowen still refused to sleep. She wanted Daddy to hold her to sleep.
When Fitch heard Elowen’s words from nearby, he couldn’t help but smile.
But a single stern glance from Lysander made Fitch retract his smile immediately. He stiffened up, lowered his head, and quietly retreated.
You just can’t enjoy the sweet moments freely in the Royal Estates. If you did so, you’d get a stern glare from Lysander.
Fitch tightened up, daring not to interfere with Lysander’s business anymore.
When Lysander turned his gaze back to Elowen, his eyes softened considerably, “Then you have to go back to your room so I can hold you to sleep.”
“Okay, Daddy, let’s go to the room together.” Elowen grabbed his big hand with her little soft palm, pulling him back to her pink princess room.
Lysander held her as light as a plush doll. He rocked his arms like a cradle as her cute figure was lying in between them.
The little one was frightened at first. She gripped Lysander’s arm tightly, not daring to let go.
But soon, finding it comfortable and fun, she let out a giggly, bell-like laughter.
Once she tired herself out, she quickly fell asleep in Lysander’s arms.
Lysander stopped rocking, looking at the small, soft body in his arms. The little one had Thalassa’s nose and eyes, and long eyelashes like a Barbie doll.
This was his daughter.
So small and so adorable.
Lysander didn’t notice that his gaze was soft like the moonlight outside the window.
After gently placing Elowen on the bed and tucking her in, Lysander left the room.
The moon went down and the sun rose to the sky.
Thalassa woke up in daylight with rising consciousness. She opened her eyes to the white ceiling and the expensive crystal chandelier.
Her fuzzy mind suddenly became crystal clear. She realized she was in the master bedroom of the Royal Estates!
She had no memory of what happened after getting into Lysander’s car.
Thalassa quickly sat up but found her body being held, unable to move freely.
She looked up and saw Lysander’s long arm embracing her upper body, his legs curled around hers, wrapping her like a cocoon.
He was so heavy.
Thalassa only felt the weight when she woke up.
Lysander’s hot breath was spraying on her neck.
It was itchy and tingling on her skin.
She didn’t feel anything while sleeping, but now that she was awake, her heart was racing unevenly.
She quickly tilted her head to the side to distance herself from Lysander. Then she gently lifted Lysander’s arm that was pressing on her, trying to move him away.
But those closed eyes suddenly opened. A flash of cold light in them made Thalassa’s heart tremble. She quickly explained, “i was just trying to get up…
She didn’t mean to disturb him, but he was the one pressing down on her.
She thought he would be angry, but surprisingly, he immediately withdrew his hand that was pressing on her, and even his leg was removed.
Before she could get up, he sat up first and rubbed his forehead, looking like he had not slept well.