The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1089

Alone in her hospital room, Thalassa lay back against a stack of pillows, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as she tried to summon sleep. Despite the day’s exhaustion and the relief of having her IV drip finally removed, sleep remained elusive.

Suddenly, a noise at the door startled her. After everything she had been through, her senses were on high alert. Tension gripped her as she called out, “Who’s there?”

The door swung open, spilling a sliver of light from the hallway into the dim room, casting a gentle glow around the edges of the darkness.

A tall, imposing figure stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the light. The man was dressed in a tailored black suit, with matching trousers and shirt that accentuated his commanding presence.

Even in silence, Lysander’s aura was palpable his mere presence seemed to fill the room with a deep, oppressive force.

Thalassa held her breath as she recognized Lysander’s striking good looks, his sharp features causing her heart to flutter uncontrollably.

want at

day, his fingers tight on her chin,

room without turning on the lights, stopping beside Thalassa’s bed. The weight of his presence was overwhelming, and she stiffened, watching

out a hand, and in a panic, Thalassa turned her head away, desperate to avoid his

he gently used his index finger to coax her face back

of his thumb, warm against her skin, made the sore area throb with

voice tight with caution, Thalassa demanded, “Lysander,

Lysander’s eyes softened with a hint of concern. “Does it hurt?” he asked, looking directly into her

another outburst from him, not this low, magnetic voice

not know how much force he had used, and how

retorted, “Why don’t you try it