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.

could he want at this

of his anger earlier that day, his fingers tight on her chin, made her grip the sheets in nervous anticipation.

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

panic, Thalassa turned her head away, desperate to

hand paused momentarily, his piercing gaze locking onto her. Eventually, he gently used his index finger to coax her face back toward him, while his thumb tenderly traced

warm against her skin, made the sore area throb with a mixture of pain and a strange

caution, Thalassa demanded, “Lysander, what do you think you’re doing?”

concern. “Does it hurt?” he asked, looking directly into her

outburst from him, not this low, magnetic voice inquiring about

know how much force he had used, and how much it

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