The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 362

Previously groggy from sleep, Lysander snapped fully awake at the sight of the incoming call. His obsidian eyes bore into the phone screen, a chill flickering in their depths.

Thalassa watched as he stared at the screen, her heart pounding like a boiling kettle on the stove. Every nerve in her body was tightly strung.

Please don’t answer it!

If he did, Evelyn would surely ask about her whereabouts, what she was doing, and how much the children missed her. If this call was answered and Evelyn discovered that she had spent the night with Lysander, let alone the events from a few hours prior, there would be hell to pay.

Worse still, if the topic of the children were brought up, Lysander would undoubtedly follow the trail right to them. She would lose everything: her wealth and her precious children. It was a result she couldn’t bear.

Lysander’s deep gaze flickered towards Thalassa, who was wide-eyed and taking shallow, careful breaths. He raised an eyebrow, his voice a low and seductive rumble, “You seem quite nervous.”

Thalassa’s heart thumped wildly as she tried to rein in her frantic emotions, “Of course I’m nervous. If my mom finds out I slept with you, I won’t be able to explain

it.”

to maintain her composure, she reached for his phone. Lysander lifted his hand out of her reach, his dark eyes

finger across the screen to answer the call. Thalassa felt

about to answer, the ringing stopped. The call had been disconnected due to inactivity. Thalassa’s taut nerves

tossed his phone aside, a slight frown on his face. He stretched his arm out, pulling Thalassa closer so that her head rested on his arm, his actions both affectionate and domineering.

found herself drawn back. She

sound casual,

words left her mouth, she felt Lysander’s arm stiffen beneath her head. The atmosphere around him turned cold, making the air

means to be my woman. Don’t harbor any other illusions!” His icy words lingered as he withdrew his arm from beneath her head, standing up. The blanket

him, her heart skipped a beat. She

by ‘being his woman’. She was nothing more than a kept