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.

long strides, he reached out and grasped Thalassa’s arm, yanking her

nearly giving out

arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her forcefully against his sturdy torso. His powerful arm held her close, pressing her seamlessly into the fit against his

the solidness of his abdomen, radiating

cheeks flushing with warmth.

her chin upward, compelling

will, or did you go willingly?” Lysander’s voice was a low

had searched for her frantically,

here she was, in a hotel room with Callum, wrapped up in

the sting of his cold tone, a tightness seizing

eyes, already reddened, now prickled with pain.

bewildered, “Lysander, what do you mean?”

your eyes… Are you upset

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

were

from sorrow or pain, but from a heart that ached with disappointment and distress.

been through a harrowing kidnapping, faced with the prospect of ruin, yet not a single tear had fallen. But now, a single sentence from Lysander was all it took to pierce her heart, crumbling