The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1163

His calloused fingertips brushed against the delicate skin of her forehead, sending shivers down her spine and causing her heart to race in a fluttering rhythm that seemed to lose its regular beat.

She clutched the bed sheets behind her, holding on until Lysander straightened up and put some distance between them. Only then did her pulse begin to settle.

Lysander looked down and saw she inhale through that oxygen mask. He asked with his deep, magnetic voice, “Are you hungry?”

The doctor had said that after a few minutes of oxygen session, she could remove the mask and eat.

Thalassa shook her head; she wasn’t hun l now she only needed to use the bathroom.

She’d had her fill of juices at the bar, and

But she was still tethered to the oxygen, unable to move, and it was getting urgent.

“Point to where it hurts,” Lysander said, his voice laced with concern as he noticed the furrow in her brow that hinted she was enduring some discomfort.

and pointed towards the restroom. She needed to

dawned on Lysander as he sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the oxygen tank,

caught off guard by this sudden, domineering move. She had been prepared to

anxious than she was, hoisted the oxygen tank and carried her off towards the restroom with determined

she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck for balance,

up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. She could see the chiseled profile of his face, which was attractively sharp

heart wavered just by gazing

thoughts, he kicked open the restroom door, walked in, and gently

and keeping the mask secure on her face with

she was looking at his tall frame crouched before her in an awkward position. It was hard to imagine anything making Lysander, a man of such power and stature,

to ensure she could

you waiting for? Need help?” Lysander’s piercing gaze

her breath and was suddenly self-conscious. She quickly averted her eyes, looking down