The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 892

Startled, Thalassa quickly steadied herself and told him, “No need, I can manage.”

She hastily headed towards the bathroom, fearful that if she delayed, Lysander would come to carry her.

She was already utterly exhausted and truly drained.

If Lysander were to carry her to the bathroom, she knew what would ensue.

Not even bothering to dress, she endured the tenderness in her lower back and hurriedly made her way to the bathroom. Once the door was locked behind her, her tense nerves began to ease slightly.

Looking at herself, she couldn’t help but admire her own nerve for being able to walk to the bathroom in front of Lysander without a stitch of clothing on.

Their relationship had an intimacy that mirrored that of a typical married couple, with nothing hidden between them.

But to use the word ‘couple’ to describe her and Lysander was a mockery in itself.

Thalassa smirked at her own sarcasm, turned on the shower, and stood under the warm water to wash her body.

long shower. When she emerged, the bed was empty; Lysander had already

diligently. He would never neglect his work even if he

the organization’s interests and his business,

messy

remnants of Lysander’s passion from

before,

duvet cover, took them to the washing machine, and

she returned to the room and picked out a

she descended the stairs, she realized that the living room was unusually quiet. She

around, approached her and politely said, “Ms. Everhart, Lysander has already left. Lunch is served on the dining table. Please help

Thalassa was

afternoon,” Fitch informed

gaped in surprise; the word ‘shocked’ wasn’t enough to describe

upstairs had been drawn the whole time, making it impossible for

had assumed it was still morning, but it was already half-past three