The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 653

Lysander’s gaze slid downward, settling on her posterior. “Really? I didn’t notice anything amiss.”

Thalassa’s face flushed a deep crimson. She glanced nervously towards the front of the vehicle, worried that the driver had heard their exchange.

How mortifying!

Thankfully, as soon as they’d entered the vehicle, Lysander had lowered the privacy partition, separating their space from the driver’s. The soundproofing was excellent, so the driver wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation.

But Lysander’s suggestive comments left Thalassa flustered. Everything about him was so serious, but sometimes the things he did truly surprised her.

“Mr. Sinclair, can you please behave?” Thalassa reminded him as her face began feeling hot.

“What’s on your mind? Isn’t this behaving? Would it be more appropriate if there was physical contact?” Lysander turned her face towards his. His deep-set eyes were staring intensely at her. His face was stern, but there was a bit of mystery hidden within his ocean-like gaze.

Thalassa could feel the anger radiating off him. It felt as if she were a mouse that was trapped under the gaze of a large cat. Instead of simply eating her, he was playing with her and toying with her emotions.

I just want to sit quietly.” Thalassa said, feeling

his office, she’d lost her temper and confronted him. She was still

angry, she wouldn’t dare confront him directly.

was ready to

into people when you were walking with an umbrella earlier.” Lysander said as his thumb gently caressed her chin. His rough touch was

fanned her face, causing Thalassa’s heart

that was what he was angry about. She was right about

accident. The umbrella wasn’t that big, so we just happened…” Thalassa tried to explain, but she could feel her

inflection in his

Lysander’s aura grew colder as he glared at her with his impenetrable eyes.

quantifier.” Thalassa’s eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes flickered as she looked at Lysander’s handsome face.

to hers that it brought back memories of her humiliation from yesterday. She was afraid of experiencing

you know what a quantifier is?” Lysander asked, his face now even closer to hers. His cold breath tickled her ear, and his voice was dangerous and sharp. “I know your depth; you know my length. That