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 this

earlier that day, his fingers tight on her chin,

of

Thalassa turned her head away, desperate to

coax her face back toward him, while his thumb tenderly traced over the

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

with caution, Thalassa demanded, “Lysander, what

with a hint of concern. “Does it hurt?” he asked, looking directly into her

taken aback. She had expected another outburst from him, not this low, magnetic voice inquiring about her

he had used, and how much it

retorted, “Why don’t you try