The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 968

The air trembled with the tension of an invasion, a palpable force that made breathing seem like a luxury.

Thalassa trembled with excess fear, her limbs still weak from the ordeal, as she glanced towards the doorway. There, striding in with a commanding presence that seemed to dominate the very room, was a tall figure flanked by an entourage. His regal bearing was unmatched-án aura that spoke of a ruler among men.

It was Lysander!

Thalassa’s heart fluttered with a mixture of dread and an inexplicable sensation.

“Lysander…”

Her voice was hoarse, the words barely escaping her lips. She wanted to tell him about the harrowing events she had just endured, but a wave of overwhelming emotion surged within her, bringing tears to her eyes.

She hadn’t felt the urge to cry when faced with the cruelty and danger earlier, but now, in the presence of him, vulnerability surfaced, and all the fear and grievances came flooding out.

Struggling to maintain her balance, Thalassa attempted to move towards Lysander.

But his countenance was cold as ice, his aura chilling as if it emanated from the depths of hell itself.

Thalassa’s arm, yanking her away from

stumbled, her knees nearly giving out beneath her,

powerful arm held her close, pressing her seamlessly into

fabric, Thalassa could feel the solidness of his abdomen, radiating a heat

hitched, her cheeks flushing with warmth.

steady itself, Lysander’s index finger tilted her chin upward, compelling her to meet

willingly?” Lysander’s voice was a low rumble, laced

searched for her frantically, worried

was, in a hotel room with Callum, wrapped up in an embrace!

words, Thalassa felt the sting of his cold tone, a tightness seizing her

now prickled with

at him, bewildered, “Lysander, what

“That look in your eyes… Are you upset that I interrupted

she had felt a sense of relief upon seeing Lysander, an urge to lean

his words were a betrayal.

streamed down her face, not from sorrow or pain, but from

through a harrowing kidnapping, faced with the prospect of ruin, yet not a single tear had fallen. But now, a