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.”

him. The outcome of previous confrontations had taught her

live comfortably, she had

the warmth of a home or the freedom to make her own

the Royal

could she

she wanted without any constraints or considerations for

answer was

place their home because Lysander was their

to call this place her home?

considered a guest, if

strange, on one hand telling her not to think about marrying him, on the other hand asking her to consider the Royal Estates as her own

obsession on her,

Lysander didn’t say anything more. His hold on her became gentler but he didn’t do

so she didn’t dare to relax, thinking she wouldn’t be able to sleep.