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.

took her time to take a long shower. When she emerged, the bed was empty; Lysander

neglect his work even if he had failed all the people around him.

the organization’s interests and his business, his aloofness

the messy duvet. As she did, she spotted a

remnants of Lysander’s passion from the previous

of the night before,

cover, took them

to the room and picked out a dress from the

was unusually quiet.

around, approached her and politely said, “Ms. Everhart, Lysander has already left. Lunch is served

was surprised.

half-past three in the afternoon,” Fitch informed Thalassa of the

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

and the curtains upstairs had been drawn the whole time, making it impossible for her to tell

it was already