The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 941

“Who do you want to marry?” Lysander’s face was as stern as a thundercloud, his gaze sharp as an eagle’s, piercing her with the chill of an ice blade.

“I… I don’t know.” Thalassa’s breath came in heavy gasps, her fingers clutching the hem of his shirt, trembling slightly.

“Ha, wishful thinking!” A cold light passed through Lysander’s shadowed eyes as he ripped the clothes from her body.

“Uh…”

Thalassa’s consciousness slowly stirred, and with the slightest movement, pain shot through her body, causing her delicate brows to furrow.

Enduring the aches that racked her frame, she rolled her head to the side, something amiss beneath her skull. Her cheek rested against a strong and powerful arm, radiating a sense of formidable strength.

Images from the previous night flashed through her mind.

Lysander was a tempest in the bathroom, pressing her against the wall, while she, unable to resist, clung to his neck, tipping her head back, her lips parted as she stared at the flickering light above.

The shower water cascaded over them, shrouding the room with a mist of warmth and intimacy.

Later, in the bed, Lysander gripped her waist, entwining her in a desperate embrace.

she were

she passed

of last night were too painful, too vivid.

awareness snapping into focus. She opened her eyes to see Lysander’s strikingly handsome face, his high-bridged nose,

hitched, heart

that emanated from him-

tried to get up.

waist tightened, pulling her

the

deep-set eyes, leisurely, opened.

to plummet, causing Thalassa’s heart to flutter, her breath

she replied, “Getting

slightly, and Thalassa seized the moment to sit up, facing him, aware of the potential danger like a gazelle in the

to meet his gaze

the blanket slid from her body, leaving her skin exposed to the cool air.

undress, she gasped and quickly brought her hands up

in panic, she met Lysander’s deep and mocking eyes.

haven’t I

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