The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 942

Lysander, though fully clothed, exuded a potent masculine presence that filled the room. Thalassa, on the other hand, was still bare, save for the sheet clutched around her.

Her arms looped around Lysander’s neck, inadvertently causing the sheet to slip.

Caught off guard by his sudden embrace, Thalassa’s heart raced as she fumbled with the falling sheet, trying to cover herself. But it was a futile gesture; Lysander had already seen everything.

His deep gaze, smoky and intense, lingered on her slightly cherubic face.

Remembering her tender vulnerability the night before, a warmth spread through Lysander’s lower abdomen.

His voice, low and gravelly, broke the silence, “Why bother covering up? It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.”

Thalassa’s face flushed a deep crimson at his words. True as they might be, hearing him say them out loud sent a wave of embarrassment through her.

Lysander cast a sideways glance at her, noting the blush spreading across her previously pale cheeks, tempting as a ripe peach.

strode into the bathroom, setting Thalassa down by the sink. “Clean up and come out,” he said, his voice

murmured,

exited the bathroom, the oppressive atmosphere seemed

the door was securely locked, she relaxed her tense shoulders and stepped into the

sight of the sink, and her heart skipped a beat. The previous

her blood run hot, and she quickly averted her gaze, only for her eyes to fall upon the dark gray tiles on

the wall, his hands lifting her, carrying her

recollection, alone in the shower with cheeks as red as tomatoes.

the bathroom would shield her from Lysander’s pervasive influence, but every corner was a reminder of the night’s

ears, sending shivers

her eyes and shook her head, trying

and droplets traced paths down

filled the room.