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.

stunned by the scene,

juice, chuckling, “All that set-up, I knew Lysander had something up his

was blissfully unaware of the envious stares and hostile glares directed her way.

Once he had positioned her correctly and she had a firm hold on the club, Lysander’s velvety voice whispered in her

his secret, Lysander stepped back, his penetrating gaze fixed on

from his body receded, and his dominant aura retreated, Thalassa’s consciousness snapped back into place, her heartbeat normalized, and her breathing steadied.

breath, focused on the white golf

ball soared through the air in

watched the ball take flight, her heart racing with nervous unease. Silently, she prayed it wouldn’t fly too far

sailed past hers and dropped precisely into the hole a short distance

Susan’s heart plummeted.