The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 426

Hearing Hertha’s voice, Thalassa struggled to suppress the fear welling up within her. “Hertha,” she said, “I’ve got a bit of an emergency and need to head home. I won’t be staying over tonight. Don’t fret if you don’t see me in the morning.”

As she spoke, Thalassa cast a glance at Lysander, whose intense gaze was trained on her. It was like an invisible blade, cold and sharp, pressing against her throat.

Her heart pounded in her chest like a ping-pong ball, bouncing back and forth, as if she was a Thanksgiving turkey being prepped for the oven.

She prayed fervently that Hertha would shake off her sleepiness and realize the urgency in her voice. Otherwise, neither of them would stand a chance.

The air in the confined space was heavy with tension. Thalassa could hear her own heartbeat, loud and erratic, as if her heart was about to burst out of her chest.

Lysander’s eyes never left her, and the oppressive feeling grew stronger.

Just as Thalassa felt her nerves stretched to their limit, Hertha’s voice came over the phone. “Oh, I had dozed off. Why do you need to go back so late? Is it something important, or did I miss something?”

Hearing Hertha’s words, Thalassa felt her nerves loosen in relief. She was grateful for her best friend’s intuition and understanding.

I forgot to bring the clothes I need for work tomorrow. I even had to borrow your dress

you over

to sleep, okay? Goodnight.” With that, Thalassa hung up the

turned her clear eyes towards Lysander, as if to say ‘See, I wasn’t lying’.

before she could speak, Lysander’s hand cradled the back of

throat, her eyes wide with surprise. She held her breath,

faces were mere inches apart, Lysander’s hand stilled. He brushed away the hair from her forehead,

clearly see the fine details of his handsome face. His high cheekbones, prominent nose, sensual lips, and

captivating eyes, framed by long, thick lashes, were enough

even feel the warmth of his breath on her

disarming, to the point where she couldn’t even breathe, let alone move.

wash your hair when your forehead wound

scab on her forehead, a sign of a tender healing wound. This type of wound was

taken aback, and her nerves were momentarily replaced by surprise. Was