The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 503

She had a sinking feeling that she wouldn’t want to visit this place again.

To her surprise, he had prepared an array of clothes just for her.

That simple thought sent a chill down Thalassa’s spine.

Suddenly, a glimpse of his neck caught her eye; her heart skipped a beat in fear.

He was clad in a slate-grey silk nightshirt, casually unbuttoned to reveal his slender neck and masculine collarbone.

A large, conspicuous hickey sat at the top of his collarbone, its redness and distinct tooth marks impossible to miss.

Thalassa froze. It was her handiwork.

Lysander’s eyes narrowed, holding a dangerous gaze as he watched her surprised and fearful expression.

The housemaid had also reacted oddly upon seeing it.

He turned and walked towards the bathroom where a mirror resided.

from the wardrobe, intending

grip tightened around the back of her neck.

shrieked

towards him,

surely got some nerve! You want to lose that mouth of yours?” He held her cheeks, pressing them together to pout her lips; her

heavily, “It was you who wouldn’t let go of me! If I hadn’t

pleading him to let her go, but her

was in so much pain that she bit down

he didn’t seem to feel

words, however, seemed to have

a wild cat always nibbling him.

eyes lingered on her. “Don’t let it happen

changed

again, she saw Lysander enjoying

“Eat first.”

a hurry. She didn’t wait for his response before

her way, forcing

finish eating?” she asked,