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.

he focused ahead and strode into the bathroom, setting Thalassa down by the sink. “Clean

Thalassa murmured, her gaze lowered.

bathroom, the

securely locked, she relaxed

previous night, under Lysander’s assertive guidance, that very sink had been

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

pressed her against the wall, his hands lifting her, carrying her

alone in the

pervasive influence, but every corner was a reminder of the night’s fervor. Every object she

seemed to echo in her ears, sending shivers down her sensitive skin, her heart squeezing tight.

shook her head, trying to dispel the lingering

water cascaded over her head, drenching her hair, and droplets traced paths down her cheeks, falling to the ground

filled the room.