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.

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

murmured, her gaze

bathroom, the oppressive atmosphere seemed to

turn back. Once the door was securely locked, she relaxed her tense

sight of the sink, and her heart skipped a beat. The previous night, under Lysander’s assertive guidance, that very sink had been the site

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

Lysander had pressed her against the wall, his

the recollection, alone in the

would shield her from Lysander’s pervasive influence, but every corner was a reminder of the night’s fervor. Every object she saw brought back vivid scenes from the night before.

echo in her ears, sending shivers down her sensitive skin, her

head,

hair, and droplets traced paths down

filled the room.