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

nearly giving out beneath her,

sturdy torso. His powerful arm held her close, pressing her seamlessly into the fit

the solidness of his abdomen, radiating a heat that seemed to

breath hitched, her cheeks flushing

Lysander’s index finger tilted her chin

you go willingly?” Lysander’s voice was a low rumble, laced with an

had searched for her frantically,

room with Callum, wrapped

the sting of his cold tone,

now prickled with pain.

bewildered, “Lysander, what do you mean?”

look in your eyes… Are you upset that I interrupted your little

sense of relief upon seeing Lysander, an urge to lean

his words were

but from a heart that ached

fallen. But now, a single sentence from Lysander was all