The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 980

Thalassa sat vigilantly beside Sophia’s bed, her hand softly stroking the little girl’s back in a comforting rhythm. Her voice, tender and soothing, must have slipped into Sophia’s dreams. Sophia’s tiny, startled frame ceased its trembling, and the furrowed brow of innocence smoothed out as she fell deeper into slumber. Her breathing became even and sweet.

After ensuring Sophia was sound asleep, Thalassa lingered for a moment before leaving the room. She felt disheveled and longed for hot shower, but her clothes were all in the master bedroom on the second floor.”

The living room was deserted; Lysander was likely in the master bedroom, presumably asleep.

Thalassa hesitated, reluctant to confront Lysander. However, her blouse was missing buttons, temporarily fastened with a paperclip. Her skirt had a torn patch, and a sticky discomfort clung to her skin.

needed a

her courage, Thalassa tiptoed to the master bedroom. The door was ajar. With the faint light from the hallway spilling in, she could make out the emptiness of the room – no Lysander in sight, the

the bathroom. The door was open, the interior

his absence, Thalassa flicked on the light and headed in to find fresh clothes before retreating to the

to Lysander’s passion in the Sinclair Group office earlier. His intensity had left her skin tingling with a mix of pain

the lingering soreness. The night had been a tumultuous roller coaster of emotions, surviving kidnappers only

heart constricting as she gripped the edge of the

difference between Lysander and those abductors? The only distinction