The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1127

Thalassa’s eyes widened a fraction, her mind jolted awake. Lysander had just provided an answer to the question that had been perplexing her and sparing her the mental gymnastics of coming up with an excuse.

“I regret it, I really do!” Thalassa said hastily.

As Lysander looked up, his deep-set eyes fixed on her, “What kind of regret?”

Locked in the gaze of his oceanic and glossy eyes, Thalassa knew she had to appease him or he wouldn’t let her off the hook.

Her breath hitched, and she lifted her head to plant a soft kiss on his lips, lingering for just a moment before she attempted to lie back down.

As she started to pull away, his large hand cradled the back of her head and he deepened the kiss.

Her chest pressed against his, leaving no space between them. She could feel the heat emanating from his solid chest and the powerful beat of his heart, which seemed to drive her own pulse into a frantic race.

heavy as she responded to his kiss, and the gesture itself seemed to pleasure

the height of their kiss, Thalassa suddenly felt an unusual

mind. His dangerous aura

she was

released her. His thumb gently wiped the saliva from her lips. His eyes darkened, his voice husky and low,

lingering annoyance still revolved around Callum’s

explained to him that she had bumped into Callum by accident and never expected

and instinctively reached out to steady him. I wasn’t rushing to meet him,” Thalassa

he does,” Lysander stated, his words icy and

Besides, Callum was no stranger to self-defense; he had skills. Nevertheless, he had let a bodyguard strike himself without retaliation or even an attempt to dodge at the Weston Country.

Why?

trying to elicit Thalassa’s sympathy by making her witness his beating.