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.

take a long shower. When she emerged, the bed

one to work diligently. He would never neglect his work even if he had failed

all kin for the organization’s interests

Thalassa approached the bed and straightened the messy duvet. As she did, she spotted a stain on

remnants of Lysander’s passion

of the night before, Thalassa’s

and duvet cover, took them to the washing machine, and began

and picked out a dress from the wardrobe to put

stairs, she realized that the living room was unusually quiet. She looked around to see what was going on.

emerged from the kitchen and upon seeing her looking around, approached her and politely said, “Ms.

Thalassa was surprised.

afternoon,” Fitch

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

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

it was still morning, but it was