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.

at this

memory of his anger earlier that day, his fingers tight on her chin, made her grip the

weight of his presence was overwhelming, and she stiffened, watching him warily as he loomed

hand, and in a panic, Thalassa turned her

index finger to coax her face back toward him, while his thumb tenderly traced over the bruised skin

area throb with a mixture of pain and a

with caution, Thalassa demanded, “Lysander, what do you

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

had expected another outburst from him, not this

he not know how much force he had used,

try it yourself and