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.

he want at

his fingers tight on her chin, made

the lights, stopping beside Thalassa’s bed. The weight of his

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

Eventually, he gently used his index finger to coax her face back

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

caution, Thalassa demanded, “Lysander,

concern. “Does it hurt?” he asked,

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

force he had used, and how much

“Why don’t you try it