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.

breathing grew heavy as she responded to his kiss, and the gesture itself seemed to pleasure him. Lysander’s

kiss, Thalassa suddenly felt an unusual tension

her mind. His dangerous aura was intensifying, and he

she was still

the saliva from her lips. His eyes darkened, his voice husky and low,

annoyance still revolved

that she had bumped into Callum by accident and never expected to encounter him here.

tripped and instinctively reached out to steady him. I wasn’t rushing

you see it that way doesn’t mean he does,”

had skills. Nevertheless, he had let a bodyguard strike himself without retaliation or even an attempt to

Why?

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