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 was empty;

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

forsake all kin for the organization’s interests and

straightened the messy duvet. As she did, she spotted a stain on the

remnants of Lysander’s passion from the

before, Thalassa’s cheeks

and duvet cover, took them

and picked out a dress from the wardrobe to put

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

around, approached her and politely said, “Ms. Everhart, Lysander has already

Thalassa was

afternoon,” Fitch informed Thalassa of the

‘shocked’

been drawn the whole time, making it impossible for

it was still morning, but it was already