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

She mimicked him and gripped

it a trial swing, but it felt all wrong.

hand and adjusted the direction of the

did Thalassa realize that she had been holding the club in the wrong way. No wonder it had felt

chest was pressed against her back. She could

his, and they began

felt as if the oxygen around her was being depleted, and her breathing became

to hers, and his magnetic, husky voice echoed in her ear. “Like this. Aim and swing.

delicate cheek as if it had

it had leaped up to her throat.

it was the excitement from the golf ball flying off or his intense breath brushing her face that stirred the

the white golf ball as it traced a beautiful

jumped up and clapped in

Hertha, unable to resist the urge to play golf herself, made a suggestion to Alaric as her