The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 821

Lysander’s hand tightened around her, pulling her into his chest. His voice was a deep, rasping murmur, “Stay still. If it goes off, it’s on you.”

Thalassa froze, afraid to move.

Lysander held her, doing nothing more than holding her a bit too tightly, so tightly that Thalassa was having trouble catching her breath. His chin rested on top of her head, his breath strong and hot, brushing past her scalp.

It was like the breath of a wild animal. It startled Thalassa into stillness and made her barely dare to breathe. She was afraid to provoke his inner beast, and afraid that the next moment she would be torn apart.

“I’ve told you that you don’t need to be so tense all the time in the Royal Estates,” Lysander’s low, husky voice echoed in Thalassa’s ears. Thalassa’s eyelashes fluttered; her voice was barely above a whisper, “I know. I just can’t help it.”

She didn’t want to be tense, but given her situation and his intimidating presence, it was hard not to be.

Lysander’s arms around her faltered slightly; he loosened his grip on her a bit, lowered his head to graze his pointy nose against her soft cheek, “Think of this place as your home, then you won’t be so nervous.”

Thalassa’s face tingled where he had brushed it. She shrank her neck instinctively as she replied in a compliant tone, “I’ll try.”

previous confrontations had taught her to back down and understand Lysander, who responded better to submission

wanted to live comfortably, she had to go along

of a home or the freedom to make her own decisions. At home, she could do whatever she

the

she

she do whatever she wanted without any

was undoubtedly no.

place their home because Lysander

who was she to call this place her home?

most, she could be considered a guest, if not less than

on the other hand asking her

on her, so how could she consider this place

anything more. His hold on her became gentler

didn’t dare to relax, thinking she