The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1121

Thalassa stiffened, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She didn’t need to glance over her shoulder to know who it was.

“You…” Thalassa began to speak.

“Don’t move, just swing the club like I showed you,” came Lysander’s deep, resonant voice, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive skin behind her ear, sending a tickle down her neck. His large hand enveloped hers, guiding her to adjust her grip on the golf club.

Pressed against Lysander’s muscular, warm chest, Thalassa could feel the rise and fall of his breath, making her own breathing heavy and her heart erratic.

With his arms encircling her, teaching her the stance for a golf swing, they looked intimate and suggestive from afar.

Moments ago, Susan had been mocking Thalassa, but the sight before her left her wide-eyed in shock. Jealousy and resentment made her breathing erratic, and she fixated her gaze on the pair wrapped up in each other, grinding her teeth in silent fury.

equally stunned by the scene, her previous confidence

set-up, I knew

Thalassa was blissfully unaware of the envious stares and hostile glares

making her breath feel almost involuntary. Once he had positioned her correctly and she had a firm hold on the club, Lysander’s velvety voice

Lysander stepped back, his penetrating gaze fixed on Thalassa.

dominant aura retreated, Thalassa’s consciousness snapped back into place, her heartbeat normalized, and

deep breath, focused

through the air

flight, her heart racing with nervous unease. Silently, she prayed it wouldn’t fly

sailed past hers and dropped precisely into the hole a short

Susan’s heart plummeted.