The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 708

Lysander’s rough, calloused palm, as always, held Thalassa’s delicate wrist. His touch was electrifying and sent a tingling sensation down her spine.

He led her to the golf course and handed her a golf club.

Upon receiving it, Thalassa was taken aback by its weight. She dropped it to the ground and quickly stepped away.

She was fortunate to have moved rapidly, or else her foot would have been injured by the heavy club.

She had assumed the club would be light. She didn’t expect it to be so heavy. It was a task just to lift it; she needed to employ serious effort.

She shot an awkward glance at Lysander. His deep, piercing eyes held a hint of reproach as they met hers.

“I thought it was made of wood, not metal.” Thalassa confessed that her understanding of golf clubs was flawed.

She had assumed that the white-painted club would be light, only to find out that it was made of solid metal when she held it in her hands.

The club felt good in her hands. The material alone revealed it wasn’t ordinary; it probably wasn’t cheap either.

Lysander advised

recalled how Lysander had held the club earlier. She mimicked him and gripped the club with both hands, aiming at the white golf

it a trial swing, but it felt all

her and stood behind her. He stretched out his hand and adjusted the

realize that she had been holding the club in

Lysander’s encircling presence. His strong, muscular chest was pressed against her back. She could feel his powerful

synced with his, and

felt as if the oxygen around her was

magnetic, husky voice echoed in her

his breath brushed against her delicate cheek as if it had flown off with the golf ball.

it had leaped up to her throat.

excitement from the golf ball flying off or his intense breath brushing her face that stirred the sensations within her body.

it traced a beautiful arc in the air,

up and

golf herself, made a suggestion to Alaric as her round