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 late hour?

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

advanced 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

a hand, and in a panic, Thalassa turned her head away,

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 over the bruised skin

skin, made the sore area throb with a mixture of pain and a strange heat, as if igniting a fire within

caution, Thalassa demanded, “Lysander, what do you

hint of concern. “Does

him, not this low,

force he had used,

she retorted, “Why don’t you try it yourself and find